Who am i but "Tomorrow"

 
Letting me struggles through darkness, just to make things right,
It seems to be that all around you are a pockets of light awaiting to be found, So in all confusion, anguish and fear, I'll search for the light for it's always near, hold up your head,
keep up the fight, anticipate tomorrow, for it might be bright.. and even in darkness night  I'm still have faith that  what meant to be will always find the way.