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 they seem too same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?

Come tomorrow, may be a soldier

Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than today?

Soon I hope that I will find

Loves deep within my mind

I won't disgrace my kind

Soon into your passing hands

Please don't destroy these lands

Don't make them desert sands

Come tomorrow, will I be older?

Come tomorrow, may be a soldier

Come tomorrow will I be bolder than today?

Soon I hope that I will find

Loves deep within my mind

I won't disgrace my kind

Soon into your passing hands

Please don't destroy these lands

Don't make them desert sands