A LOOK AT TOMORROW 


I look out my window to a blinding bright light 
Enola passes passes by 
Tomorrow tomorrow 
A look at tomorrow 
Hysterical men women and children 
Run in search of their families 
I look out of my window to a blinding bright light 
Enola passes passes by 
Skin is shed like that of snakes 
But itís not the work of mother nature 

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