Written by Robbie Smith
“Stop and listen, hear the voices”
Spoke the seeer who held the crystal ball
Though the future is filled with chances and with choices
It need not remain a mystery to us all
Asking, What’s to be the future?
What will the fates ordain?
Tell me, what’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again
There’s a little child waiting to be tended
And a priest who seeks the grace of god
And a loner who wants to be befriended
On a path where most of us have trod
There’s a scavenger, scrounging for survival
And a wise man offering advise
A competitor outdistancing a rival
A skater on thin ice
Asking, What’s to be the future?
Will it bring pleasure or pain?
Tell me, what’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again
There’s an outcast waiting for acceptance
And a criminal, looking for a crime
And a judge about to pass his sentence
A prisoner doing time
Asking, What’s to be my future?
Will it bring freedom or chains?
What’s to be my future?
Maybe just the past again
There’s an army crossing foreign borders
Civilians joining in the fray
A solider stands waiting for his orders
A women somewhere kneels to pray
Asking, What’s to be the future?
With all its losses and gains
Close the curtain on the future
Lest it be the past again
Lest it be the past again
Lest it be the past – again