Soraya

Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading
Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting
Tomorrow, he’ll come to me in his arms I’ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Snow falls on memories, photographs aging
Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging
Tomorrow, he’ll come to me in his arms I’ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be
Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . .
Tomorrow, he’ll come to me in his arms I’ll sleep
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek
Roses blooming again. Ink on paper fading
Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting