Someday my ship will come in.
Someday soon, I'll find my relief.
Someday's drawing near, so then
I must keep holding to what I believe.
I'm seeking my better tomorrow
and working harder, for it today.
Someday, it'll be good-bye sorrow
and I'll live life a brand new way.
God helps those, helping themselves,
As much as they know what they must do.
It's no good to put our tasks on shelves.
Procrasinating won't get you through.
Just because things don't work, as planned
doesn't mean, we give up on life's good stuff.
After all, this is about surviving my friend.
Is there ever a point, enough is enough?
Now, we appear, gluttons for atestment
fighting for what seems, a lost caused war.
Wouldn't it be worth it to achieve something
that brightens the days ahead over times of before.
� Copyright 2000 All Rights Reserved By: Thomas F. Crumpler
