Lyrics:
Shapes of things before my eyesJust teach me to dispise.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 older?Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?Now, the trees are almost green.But will they still be seenWhen time and tide have been?Soon, I hope that I will findThoughts deep within my mindThat won't disgrace my kind.Come tomorrow, will I be older?Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?Shapes of things before my eyesJust teach me to dispise.Will time make man more wise?