“And the thought becomes the memory…”

“Maybe Tomorrow” by Goldenhorse

There’s a story I know
We all leave and let go
There is nothing to hold us

In a moment of time
When the fruit becomes wine
And the thought becomes the memory

All of your sorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Will fade away in the air

Trying to please me
Making it easy
It won’t be there
It won’t be there
In your life
In your life…

Author: tumblestoneblog

Retired Academic, male, living in the New Zealand countryside near Whanganui with his wife as well as Jasper the dog, Fluffy the cat, Dancer and Penny, the horses, and a shed half-full of stones. Email john.tumblestone@gmail.com. View all posts by tumblestoneblog