When I wake up in the morning
The rain will have fallen.
The ground would be wet
And the air fresh.
There would be singing in the Church,
Ringing of bells from the Temple
Ardent prayers from the Mosque,
All joyfully welcoming the new day.
When I rise in the early hours
The wind would have passed.
Song birds would be in choir
Among peaceful boughs of greener trees;
The nightmares of war and hate
Of oppression, corruption and disasters
Would have ended with my dreams;
And a gentle breeze open my sleepy eyes.
Oh, when I wake up tomorrow
Sins will have been forgiven;
My painful wounds healed,
And relationships restored.
I shall walk with my neighbor again,
Yes, laugh at our stupid mistakes,
And teach our children friendship.
When I wake up tomorrow.
When I wake up tomorrow...
Lozaan Khumbah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-wake-up-tomorrow/
