we will wake up
see the sun,
rub our eyes
from dreams,
and yawn.
for some,
the next day
is not a promise,
a guarantee.
to them it is hope.
it is a wish,
a prayer.
if the light comes,
if the morning greets,
if the shadows fall,
and the dawn seeps.
it is their fight,
their love,
their war.
for some,
no tomorrow,
no tomorrow.
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