Shape Of Things To Come

Well it's late in the hour And a few more grains of sand will fall On the colourful flowers Have grown upon the dust and moss Now I fear the worst is near I hold them close and count their years And pray a ray of light appears To shine down on us here Break down in the shape of things to come But I'm moving on like a soldier And I say now when all is said and done It's not ours to break The shape of things to come There's a crack in the clouds But only for a moment now Like an eye looking out, in blue skies - Finds the roads we will go down I wonder what they hold for us I hold my family to my breast I fear the worst and hope the best Will come to see us blessed Break down in the shape of things to come But I'm moving on like a soldier And I say now when all is said and done It's not ours to break The shape of things to come Given one more try, wonder what I'd change? I won't deny the thought is strange... I've done my best and I will lay no blame myself Break down in the shape of things to come But I'm moving on like a soldier And I say now when all is said and done It's not ours to break The shape of things to come The shape of things to come The shape of things to come