Well it's late in the hour,
and a few more grains of sand will fall,
on the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss.
Now I fear the worst is near.
I hold them close and count their years.
I 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'll say it 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,
the blue sky spies 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'll say it now, when all is said and done.
It's not ours to break the shape of things to come.

Given one more try what would I change?
I won't deny the thought is strange.
I've done my best and I will lay no blame,
but on m

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