The Future Always Arrives Last
Trouble times your hearts are weary
Praying up to Mother Mary
Looking for answers in the past
The future always arrives last
When good from men seems to be gone
And all that is right is wronged
Will faith and hope be surpassed
The future always arrives last
A lone voice can change creation
A single stand can move nations
Tomorrow is up for grasp
The future always arrives last
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