Yesterday, we were angry.
Yesterday, we cried for a future we couldn’t see.
Yesterday, we were dreaming,
About a golden apple
Sitting in the palm of our hand
Glimmeringly bright
Blindingly so
With patches here and there,
Of the world.
Yesterday, we were thinking of taking a bite.
Yesterday, we were tall with pride.
Yesterday we were smiling,
About the happiness we hold,
That can hardly be contained
By our small hands
Escaping
Bit by bit…
Yesterday we had a dream so big.
Yesterday we were unafraid of chasing it.
Yesterday we were loving—loved.
But today is another day
To trudge along
Through the daily grind
Thinking about yesterday…
And all the things
We had nearly done
If the world hadn’t conspired
To be forgivably cruel.
Tomorrow, we will do as always.
Tomorrow, we will feel that spark again.
Tomorrow, we will dream once more,
Of the voices of yesterday,
And we will find what we have lost,
In the time that takes us by
Without us knowing
As we see more clearly
And less of the rose
That protected our childhood innocence…
Yesterday gave us today,
Today is just a day,
Tomorrow let us look
Once more
For those voices of yesterday.