Sun's will rise
Moons will glow
From the heavens they will show.
Seen from the glimmer in a childs eyes
So shall their smile be seen from far and wide.
The blades of tall fields of grass
The soft wind will blow
From the heavens to bestow
Such laughter of the youth
Free from all the troubles that this world doth yield
What will come of tomorrow? no one truly knows
Though the journey be great
this be true
And yes those pearly gates do await
Perhaps tomorrow will again wait
For the suns will rise
Moons will glow
And from the heavens they will show
That tomorrows they all come and go
With a fresh renewing to always be told...