And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
Like an owl looking out, the blue skies spy 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 movin’ 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