by Messan Foley
Live every single day
Monday, Tuesday...and Sunday
As if it is the last
Waste to more time or go too fast
Tomorrow has no name
When it comes, won't be the same.
Leave behind every single day
Monday.... and Sunday
As if it is the last
Dust away the sad moments, your past
Allow this day to be a good start
To smile in and out with your heart.
Discover the true love within
Admire the beauty of outside and take it in.
Carry no more regrets, no more blame.
Exercise the body too on this life train.
Waste no more time or go too fast.
Monday...or Sunday will surely be the last
Tomorrow has no name
When it comes, you won't be same.
Tomorrow has no name
© Copyright: Лика Гай, 2012
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