Tomorrows Little Dream

This is no illusion, Time is never still. If you were blind before, What hope can the future bring now? In this time of loneliness, There is nothing but segregation. Nothing more than the existentialist, What hope can the future bring now? Now that we stand guarded, What will the new dawn hold? If eyes can pierce a beating heart, What hope can the future bring now? In this time of bitterness, Of exceptional cruelty and hate. Could not the wise ones say, What hope can the future bring now? For scholar and learned man alike, Can spout truths, facts and figures. But amidst the pomp and spluttering, What hope can the future bring now? Rise then and be heard wistful, No one has our stance and holding. We are comfort in a sick world, We are today, tomorrows little dream