Present, Past, Future.....
Today I cried
Yesterday I smiled with joy
Tomorrow I sang.
Today mother lied
Yesterday I had a voice
Tomorrow it rang.
Today I'm lost, confused
Hurt, and misused
Afraid to speak for myself.
Yesterday my soul filled with delight
Imaginary strength brimmed with the mightiest of might
Never struggling to reach the item on the top shelf.
Tomorrow my wings soared high above the air
As I sang a song about all good and fair
Free from the battle we fight with ourselves.
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