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