Where is My Tomorrow?

chanson-style, blues, singer-songwriter, folk, spiritual, art song

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(intro)

(Verse 1)
A hungry child plays in the sand,  
looks up - the planes are near!  
One last glance, goodbye ball,  
sirens tear apart the sky

Weary legs are running now,  
fleeing the game, fleeing the fear
Screaming voices, a crying child,  
while the grown-ups play their deadly game

(Chorus)
Your war is filling the streets,  
with the crying of a child
Your hands are holding weapons,  
their hands are holding none

Your truth is nothing but lies,  
your voice is only pain  
And the child is left alone,  
to bear a weight that never should be theirs

(Verse 2)  
Deafening thunder, smoke and cries,
the bombs have stolen lives again
A child is calling through the dust:  
“Mama…!?” - but only sirens answer back

Among the rubble lies a shoe,  
the little foot still shown
A mother stares with empty eyes,  
and silence fills the air

(Chorus)
Your war is filling the streets,
with the crying of a child
Your hands are holding all the weapons,
their hands are holding none

And the child is left alone,
to bear a weight that you should bear

(Verse 3)
'Damn it!
How can this…?
Maaaadness!!!'

Why can one man decide,
that so many must die?
Without regard for who they are

Is there no conscience? No shame?
Did he forget his father’s face?
He washes his hands in innocence…

'How many more lives?!'
'How many children must we lose...?!

(Bridge)
A child now closes his tired eyes,
and dreams of fields of light
No sirens, no more soldiers
only a voice that says: 'Come..., play'
 
The one who weeps is not forgotten 
The one who calls will yet be heard  
And in the shadow of the war  
there still remains a word of peace

(Chorus)  
Your war is filling the streets,  
with the crying of a child  
Your hands are holding weapons,  
their hands are holding none

Your truth is nothing but lies,  
your voice is only pain
And the child is left alone,
to bear a weight that never should be theirs

And we?
We just look on… in silence
And choose instead…
to turn away

[Outro]  
Silence fills the room,  
yet the light is not gone
I hear a child who softly whispers:

'Where is my tomorrow?'
'Is there still a tomorrow?  
For… me?'

[End]

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Note: This song was first born in Dutch, as “Waar is mijn morgen?” Now it speaks in English - the same cry, the same child’s voice, carrying its message across another tongue, so it may be heard by more hearts -- - (intro) (Verse 1) A hungry child plays in the sand, looks up - the planes are near! One last glance, goodbye ball, sirens tear apart the sky Weary legs are running now, fleeing the game, fleeing the fear Screaming voices, a crying child, while the grown-ups play their deadly game (Chorus) Your war is filling the streets, with the crying of a child Your hands are holding weapons, their hands are holding none Your truth is nothing but lies, your voice is only pain And the child is left alone, to bear a weight that never should be theirs (Verse 2) Deafening thunder, smoke and cries, the bombs have stolen lives again A child is calling through the dust: “Mama…!?” - but only sirens answer back Among the rubble lies a shoe, the little foot still shown A mother stares with empty eyes, and silence fills the air (Chorus) Your war is filling the streets, with the crying of a child Your hands are holding all the weapons, their hands are holding none And the child is left alone, to bear a weight that you should bear (Verse 3) 'Damn it! How can this…? Maaaadness!!!' Why can one man decide, that so many must die? Without regard for who they are Is there no conscience? No shame? Did he forget his father’s face? He washes his hands in innocence… 'How many more lives?!' 'How many children must we lose...?! (Bridge) A child now closes his tired eyes, and dreams of fields of light No sirens, no more soldiers only a voice that says: 'Come..., play' The one who weeps is not forgotten The one who calls will yet be heard And in the shadow of the war there still remains a word of peace (Chorus) Your war is filling the streets, with the crying of a child Your hands are holding weapons, their hands are holding none Your truth is nothing but lies, your voice is only pain And the child is left alone, to bear a weight that never should be theirs And we? We just look on… in silence And choose instead… to turn away [Outro] Silence fills the room, yet the light is not gone I hear a child who softly whispers: 'Where is my tomorrow?' 'Is there still a tomorrow? For… me?' [End] ----/ Lyrics & composition © Bedhippie, 2025. All rights reserved.

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