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