In my daily pain
In my daily sorrow
I close my weary eyes
With Hope for tomorrow.
Tomorrow with no anger
Holding hands is the norm
Generations work together
To avoid the hatred storm.
Tomorrow where any colors
Are floating in the sky
All people melt together
And no one questions why.
Tomorrow filled with laughter
Lives filled with grace
Where there are smiles
On each and every face.
In my daily pain
In my daily sorrow
I know that there will be
HOPE for tomorrow!
—By Martha Tunall