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]