Lyrics:

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 Brian
but Girl It Seems Theyre Saying

come Tomorrow, Will I Be Older
come Tomorrow, Maybe A Soldier
come Tomorrow, May I Be Bolder Then Today

now The Trees Are Almost Green
but Will They Still Be Seen
when Time And Tide Have Been

fallen Into Your Passing Hands
please Dont Destroy These Lands
dont Make Them Desert Sands

come Tomorrow, Will I Be Older
come Tomorrow, Maybe A Soldier
come Tomorrow, May I Be Bolder Then Today

soon I Hope That I Will Find
thoughts Deep Within My Mind
that Wont Disgrace My Kind