The world is mysterious,
so I am quite serious.
I want to know, will there be a tomorrow?
or tomorrow will just be a sorrow?

Will you be kind to the paths we’ve paved,
Or will you stand with the choices we’ve misbehaved?
Will the trees we plant today stand tall and strong,
Or will we find the echoes of a world gone all wrong?

People hear power in the name of war
but all I see are the cries of those kids.
Yet in the smoke, the hope still lingers,
A wish for peace, with trembling fingers.

The oceans choke on plastic lies,
The forests fall like wounded spies.
We march like ants into the flame,
Still wondering who’s left to blame.

Must I build the courage to face this place
Or can I just hide away in a distant space?
Will we still able to see tigers tomorrow
Or just hear stories about their extinction?

Will the rivers keep flowing tomorrow,
Or just be dry like the desert?
The sky once sang but now it moans,
A hollow echo carved in stone

Yet through the doubt and the endless questions,
The rivers will flow, the world will turn.
Through every storm and all the lessons,
In tomorrow's light, we still will learn.

I promise I will be there tomorrow
but I don't know alive or dead inside.