When
Tomorrow Starts Without Me
Copyright
© David M Romano
December 1993
from
Nicole Gee
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to
see;
If the sun should rise
and find your eyes
All filled with tears
for me;
I wish so much you
wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the
many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you
love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you
think of me,
I know you'll miss me
too;
But when tomorrow
starts without me,
Please try to
understand,
That an angel came and
called my name,
And took me by the
hand,
And said my place was
ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to
leave behind
All those I dearly
love.
But as I turned to
walk away,
A tear fell from my
eye,
For all my life, I'd
always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live
for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed almost
impossible,
That I was leaving
you.
I thought of all the
yesterdays,
The good ones and the
bad,
I thought of all the
love we shared,
And all the fun we
had.
If I could relive
yesterday,
Just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and
kiss you
But then I fully
realized,
That this could never
be,
For emptiness and
memories,
Would take the place
of me.
And when I thought of
worldly things,
I might miss come
tomorrow,
I thought of you, and
when I did,
My heart was filled
with sorrow.
But when I walked
through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at
home.
When God looked down
and smiled at me,
From His great golden
throne,
He said "This is
eternity,
And all I've promised
you."
Today for life on
earth is past,
But here it starts
anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always
last,
And since each day's
the same day
There's no longing for
the past.
But you have been so
faithful,
So trusting and so
true.
Though there were
times you did some
things,
You knew you shouldn't
do.
But you have been
forgiven
And now at last you're
free.
So won't you take my
hand
And share my life with
me?
So when tomorrow
starts without me,
Don't think we're far
apart,
For every time you
think of me,
I'm right here, in
your heart.
Questions
may be sent to Frankie Rubel
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