THE PATIENCE OF TOMORROW

THE PATIENCE OF TOMORROW
11/94

Is the color of your nightmare painted in my eyes?
Is that stare the pause of fear or something you despise?
I can’t penetrate your dreaming, yet somehow your changes do
In the silence of your memories the screams you hear are you

In the patience of tomorrow the change is surely clear
But in the shadow of just living somehow each day hides that mirror
If your growing is reflection and your badge is what you’ve done
Then tell me where you’re going, except the wrong end of a gun

In the patience of tomorrow the change is surely clear
The anchor to just living is to bring that change right here