untitled  by: KRiS KRUGER  The day shall come  The day shall come when we see what we are  That day shall come; it's not too far  Tomorrow shall fly by  Tomorrow shall fly by and we will know what we are  As tomorrow flies; it has gone past our eye  Love can be great  As love can be grand  But love is only love when there are two in its master plan  Yesterday shall always be  Yesterday shall always be filled with fate's empty sorrow  If we aren't careful and miss tomorrow  And life is a rhyme  And life is a puzzle  And life is a game  And life is a dream  But life is nothing without those we love with us this time  And life is nothing if we all look beneath our muzzle  And life, life can be fun but it may get boring, it my get lame  And life can be beautiful when we and they are not so mean  And if the end is really when(re) we begin  Then is this the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?  Do what we do, think, and say  Make a difference, Do they help in anyway?  We all know that any rhyme gets old with time  We all know that as with any puzzle there is a way past, past its muzzle  We all know any game after a while gets old and lame  We all know that any dream, any dream is in itself mean for it is just that...a  dream  You ask When. I ask When Not.  You ask Why. I ask Why Not.  You ask Where. I ask Where Not.  You ask How. I ask How Not.  When we seek the unseekable, when we speak the unspeakable  When we think the unthinkable, when we achieve the unachievable  The impossible is possible  I leave you not. You leave me not  I am a part of you as you are a part of me  Don't let yourself begin to rott.  To see what you want to see, open your eyes, believe in you, believe in me  And we shall both see.