2morrow, until the Heavens fall

this is u're future
framed in gold,
never 2 grow weary,
never 2 grow cold.
understanding is an understatement,
friends will gather 'round,
speaking words from thier soul,
the most beautiful of sounds.
u're eyes become pure comfort,
u're lips will share no lies,
u're hands so custom 2 wipe away
all thier agonizing cries.
underneath u're skin
lives a soul so pure,
he who sleeps in purple clouds
will only know 4 sure.
so, when at night u close u're eyes,
that is when u'll see,
the whispers of raindrops in u're mind....
this is truely being free.
**Allegra