tomorrow morning at the first dawn br all these tears will fade away br none of the stars will appear br in this dawn of stormy day... br br the heart forgets the face of pain br reduce the sap of loneliness br worries fade from the barren time br cleanse the wound mend the broken chimes... br br frustrations …they come and go br like wars they rise and fall br like storms they blow strong winds br after all….cruelty will come to an end... br br love is defined in many ways br like ocean meets the hardest door br and the beautiful thing mostly seen br are the creations painted by a lovely pen... br br many questions are not revealed br in the thought of believers br yesterday will never ever come br and questions remain unanswered... br br so tomorrow at the very first morn br where all the tears fade away br none of the stars will fall br in the dawn of mystique play...