After another endless tiring day,
of things gone awry every step of the way,
when I lay my weary head down
and look at your serene face beside mine,
I find my peace.
You make me want to believe
that tomorrow will be better.
All will be well,
as long as I can see you tomorrow,
and hold your little hand in mine,
I'll battle the world all over again.
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