My someday coming child,
I name and I re-name you.
I make up memories for you
Of melodies
And friends from books I want to give you
And horse and buggy sounds outside.
But of the someday coming world,
I don’t know, I don’t know.
There is so much I would keep you from
If I, if I could.
The heroes, selfish fools —
They only want their freedom.
The hero-makers’ greed prevails.
And we are all shock-numb
And watch the shock increasing.
And shame is something old, outgrown.
And of the someday coming, world —
I don’t know, I don’t know.
There is so much I would keep you from
If I, if I could.
Oh maybe you won’t see
My too self-conscious stumblings,
My running from the phone,
My fears.
Because I can be very strong.
Say I can, say I can.
There is so much to believe in.
There are angel words to teach you.
There is hope, my daydream child.