[Verse 1] A father worked from dawn till night, His child at home, a shining light, But always busy, always late, With promises he’d soon create. [Chorus] “Tomorrow, I promise,” he'd often say, “We’ll laugh and play another day,” But now those words are hollow, For there are no more tomorrows. [Verse 2] The boy grew strong, yet felt alone, His father’s love was rarely shown, He dreamed of tales they’d share one day, But time slipped silently away. [Chorus] “Tomorrow, I promise,” he'd often say, “We’ll laugh and play another day,” But now those words are hollow, For there are no more tomorrows. [Verse 3] The call to war, the boy did heed, A hero’s path, his heart decreed, He left a note upon the door, Hoping for just one day more. [Chorus] “Tomorrow, I promise,” he'd often say, “We’ll laugh and play another day,” But now those words are hollow, For there are no more tomorrows. [Verse 4] The battlefield, a cruel domain, The father’s heart now wracked with pain, He held the note, his son’s last plea, And wept for time he could not see. [Chorus] “Tomorrow, I promise,” he'd often say, “We’ll laugh and play another day,” But now those words are hollow, For there are no more tomorrows. [Bridge] Time is a treasure we all hold, A fleeting gift, worth more than gold, Yet often we let moments fade, Not knowing how the price is paid. [Chorus] “Tomorrow, I promise,” he'd often say, “We’ll laugh and play another day,” But now those words are hollow, For there are no more tomorrows. [Outro] A father’s grief, a tale of sorrow, A lesson learned too late to borrow, Cherish time, for in its flow, No more tomorrows will bestow. [End]