Shapes of Things

Shapes
Of things before my eyes
Just help me to despise
Will time make me more wise?

Fear
Within' my lonely frame
These eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make me more sane?

Come tomorrow
We will I be older?
Come tomorrow
Maybe a soldier
Come tomorrow
Will I be older, than today?

Shapes
Of things before my eyes
Just helps me to despise
Will take make me more wise?