There is a land called "Carry-On", the outskirts straight ahead

Determined people wake up there if morning finds their bed.

 

For life is often happy when reason rules our head

We put tomorrow in it’s place and plan today instead

But sometimes we will find ourselves upon the streets of grief

Where tomorrow’s all that mattered and today is just a thief

 

The loss of someone dear to us, the failure of our dreams

Misunderstood intentions, a love we can’t redeem

 

These things can fog our vision so the future seems unclear

What never use to matter, now regarded with a tear

Some of us have played the part so many times before

We’ve learned to wait ‘till game time's up before we add the score

Tomorrow is another day, then comes another year

Happiness and sorrow both can bring the eyes to tear.

 

So let me set aside the cares, this "journey to the dawn"

And pray that I shall wake up in the land of "Carry-on".

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