Literature
But We Can Brighten Tomorrow
A candleflame flickers in the darkness,
so small, and dim, and warmthless.
Today’s faint glimmer is lost and dying out;
There’s only darkness tomorrow.
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but those are passed, their power is all gone;
Their light can’t brighten tomorrow.
A wounded heart lies broken in the darkness,
alone, afraid, unheeded.
The cruel, cold shadows are pressing all around
a dark, forsaken tomorrow.
I still believe in yesterday’s values,
I still believe in heroes of old,
but they can’t change the heartbreaks of toda