Tomorrow Never Apologizes

Sealed within the bliss,
the red rose twist,
locked away forever,
solitude never to be severed.

Echo tunes,
of sadness swoons,
where and when,
this childhood will end.

How this life so pure and right,
left its mother in a night.

Despair, and lost of where,
he wonders why they don't care.

Peace isn't so,
as honesty is to flow,
what pathetic iron hold,
will decide his future mold.

Tomorrow never apologized to me,
thats why, on these knees,
I cry to he who created me,
and spell out perfect,
without E's.

The violinist plays with passion,
the organist slows to a dull fashion.

The red dressed model,
looks to the bottle,
for what was once her own,
for what was once her loan:

"A life so small,
it shouldn't be list,
for in all truth,
it doesn't exist."

An Echo of Eternity,
Lost amongst the scene.
Tomorrow never apologizes,
It never seems to see...

...what its done to me.