Shape of Things to Come

Well it's late in the hour And a few more grains of sand will fall On the colorful 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 [Repeat: x3]