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