For the morrow, again

Man is a prisoner of his love
he cannot stop its flow
only feel with me... a time
my love... oh, let me show
my faith in you... condole
the heart... and wipe the tears
and return my smile... my love
and help me through the years
ahead... so alone and cold
I've resigned my heart
for the morrow... prepared it
for the sorrow... when you depart.

Weep, weep, cleanse your heart
let it strengthen and grow
freedom begins, like a fresh start
joy will push away your sorrow...

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