Duane Allman - Shapes of Things lyrics

Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just heard my brain But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green But will they still be seen When time and tide have been? Fallin' into your pa**ing hands Please don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Soon I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind That won't displace my kind