May be tomorrow I ll sing my song!

On a cold desert night waiting for flowers of May…

The petals don’t blossom and so many things to say…

May be tomorrow these feelings will find some words…

And with the chirping birds I’ll sing along….

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

Not a longing for days gone by.…

The rhythm of a moon dance and stars shy….

May be tomorrow I ll reach closer towards…
Playing the chords of an unknown form....

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

Robins perching on the mountains crest…

Riding away from the oceans chest....
In the air, blowing with the storm...

And with the souls afloat, I ll drift along...

May be tomorrow I ll sing my song…

The spirit in the october fest...
the leaves with a yellow cleft....
May be tomorrow I ll find the colors...
to paint the summers and then rains will belong...
May be tomorrow I ll sing my song...

Music in beats and familiar retreats...
Lost in shallows and narrow streets....
Maybe tomorrow I ll find the quotes....
And with the right notes for these lines long....
May be tomorrow I ll sing my song...