Tomorrow's Child © Glenn Thomas Without a name; an unseen face and knowing not your time nor place Tomorrow's Child, though yet unborn, I met you first last Tuesday morn.
A wise friend introduced us two, and through his sobering point of view I saw a day that you would see; a day for you, but not for me
Knowing you has changed my thinking, for I never had an inkling That perhaps the things I do might someday, somehow, threaten you
Tomorrow's Child, my daughter-son I'm afraid I've just begun To think of you and of your good, Though always having known I should.
Begin I will to weigh the cost of what I squander; what is lost If ever I forget that you