How tomorrow would be?

Today when my heart is filled with pain And my mind in drain The pictures of today's torture in my brain I wonder what I will gain when tomorrow comes. In my quite space I listen to melody so I can vision and be ready For how tomorrow would be. my eyes speaks water language for which I'm in bundage. my teeth are as a snow outside But my heart is at war inside. members at the high table Called themselves my Famble watches me crumble In my struggles. for I cried Seeing mother hen eyes never dried. It worries my mind so I make use of my hand. Today feels lonely like I'm the only so I wonder how tomorrow would be?