This bright future that I heard about,
Is moving further away,
And as the fires of destruction burn,
I approach Armageddon Day.

A bright future that I yearn to see,
Is painted in shiny gold,
As the sparkle of that magic place dies,
My mind quakes as winter takes hold.

The bright future that mother promised,
Has now all broken apart,
And as the shards of that wonderland fall,
Nothing can heal my shattered heart.

What bright future’s around the corner?
What should I expect to see?
I hope to see the sunshine pouring in,
Stop the lightning raining on me.