Shapes Of Things To Come

Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make man more wise Here, within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain But will it seem the same Come tomorrow, will I be order Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today Now the tree is almost green But will they still be seen When time and tide have been Soon I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind That won't disgrace my kind Come tomorrow, will I be order Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make man more wide Ah