Edge Of Tomorrow Poem by Thomas Becker

Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
Slowly the tears roll down my face.
Wondering what happen to man’s grace.
There are revelations that are in my mind.
Hopefully to be interrupted in time.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
The cold bitter wind blows back my hair
as I wonder why mankind is not aware.
It shows to me if man don't change his ways
then surely numbered are his days.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the Worlds sorrow.
I can no longer see the blue sky's
as chem trails block my eyes.
To find the Worlds potential reality
we must not look at it genetically.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
Thoughts of the future fill my mind
how did I get on this time line?
It seems that only in my imagination,
clearly the answer is about education
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
Revelation is what we each need
or in the dark dirty streets we will bleed
For generations we have tried to fight
and we only had to look to the light.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
Judgment will come by man’s own hand
and all that was will return to the sand.
Our souls together could stand as a tower
inherently we all have the power.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.
Illusions of truth is what they show
so that compassion does not grow.
It’s the revolution of the soul and mind,
from what I feel this must be the time.
Here I'm sitting on the edge of tomorrow
and all I can feel is the World’s sorrow.