Someday


Where does it fit
In our seven day week
All are so busy
Time's what we seek
And someday might give it
But who will make room
To squeeze him in
When all are so greedy
Again and again
Weeks go by
Turn into years
Someday's still lost
In dreams and tears
Our goals not met
Hope lingers yet
Haste passed it by
While we're on the fly
It's not just a day
It's each moment in time

That's where to find him
Someday, your friend
And Your peace of mind.

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