Tomorrow Land Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and calm Sing me tunes too sweet to know Wrap me with your song Sweetest slumber that hides me deep Let my eyes carry my sky To a land of tomorrow where No longer can I cry. - Tomorrow Land 2 October 24 2010 Morning come hang me up to breathe Winters breath chilled and wet No more shall i grieve Red spring bring me roses Touched by lips of gold Tell me stories years in making My future to be foretold.