Shapes of Things - Stevie Salas

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
my eyes just heard my brain.
But will it seem the same?

(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today?

Here within my lonely frame,
my eyes just heard my brain.
But will it seem the same?