Tomorrow would've been a beautiful day, I just know it.
6 months it's been. 6 months in hell. 6 months since I fell.
In this cell I lay. In this dungeon I pray. To regain what they took away.
My joy, My hope, My health. Such wealth.
Tomorrow would've been a beautiful day. I just know it.

What they took from me they can't return. What they taught me, it can't be learned.

In this cell I lay. In this dungeon I pray. To be free from this desolate place of gray
Life has not been all that it may seem. Relief from it all has been my dream.

But after the filth that I've been fed, when beatings became my bread, and life became my dread,
I feel now...
It matters nothing what I've bled. It matters nothing the tears I've shed

My mind begins to ache. My soul begins to awaken
So much from life still yet to take. Much too soon to be forsaken.
Tomorrow would've been a beautiful day, I just know it.

And now I think, it is what I won't be able to see that couldn't be more dear to me
It is towards that which I grasp. for this alone I wish that I would last....

But starvation has a face. Slowly dragging is its pace.
Every breath I draw is cold. Every day I live I feel so old
In my 18th year, It's mortality I fear. The icy hands of death draw nearer.

'till I know a morning come
'till I know a farewell soon to be sung

'till I'll gasp just to raise my head
'till my hand can't feel the earth.

'till I shudder for I hear no more
'till I tremble for I see no more
'till I mumble for I speak no more.

'till I cry because I know that soon I breathe no more.

Tomorrow would've been a beautiful day, I just know it.
I had only to open my eyes a moment. I had only to move my hand. I had only to breath a little.
I had only to see the glimmer of another morning...
and it would've been a beautiful day.
I just know it.