A Song and a Poem
Come Tomorrow
by Bruce Goff

John is shaking
As he walks across the floor
His heart is breaking
As each step betrays him more
Pulls his wallet out
There's a picture there
Of his daughter MaryAnne
Then his shoulders drop
And the tears come
As he runs back out again

He say's come tomorrow
I won't need this goddamn drug
I'll be the one you see
When you look at me
And just on will be enough
Come tomorrow
She will look at me and smile
There'll be no fear in her brown eyes
And I'll hold her for a while, Come Tomorrow

Kathy's crying
But there's no one left to her
She is a fragment of
Her fathers daughter
Broken by his years
Her right eyes swelling
And the tears mingle with blood
Packs a suitcase
Then she quits him
But her soul's intact enough

She say, come tomorrow
I'll be highway heaven bound
There'll be no way he can find me
And if he does, I'll put him in the ground
Come tomorrow
There'll be no one left to fear
No shadow in my closed eyes
No backhands or bloody tears, Come tomorrow

I am a sinner
I am a soul emptied by pain
Looking for something
To fill me up again
I've been so damn proud
For so damn long
And God knows that that's the truth
I just figured out I got nothing
Christ can I please hold on to you

Come tomorrow
I won't feel like I'm alone
I'll be holding on to Jesus
As the father takes me home
Come tomorrow
I won't break beneath this load
There'll be no shame left to kill me
And I'll sing a song of hope


This is the teaser poem for Chapter 4.


Unborn
by Bruce Goff

What was lost was found again
Inside the fragile slintered ends
Of people half remembered
Half forgotten
Half forlorn
And some say, tis a helleva thing
To live through being upborn.