Someday Coming

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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