I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.