What's to Come of This?

I feel like a soldier,
imprisoned by the meek
I sit silent here in hold
feeling restless and weak

nothing went my way
I am pretty sure I did it all wrong
I wanted to warn the people
of what was going on

soon it will be to late
I’ve sealed our unseen fate
an over exerted attempt
to save all mankind


what's to come of this now?
what's to come of this?

I do not know
I’ve had my chance
ruined it all...
soon ther'll be nothing left

now like a soldier
with this helmet on my head
should I stand?
Should I warn them of the dangers ahead?

Would they even listen
while I’m behind these bars
if they did, would my tellings get far?
Just let me try... (me try)

What's to come of this?
What's to come of this?

I cannot say
how do i know?
Things would even go my way?
I have to try either way

I call out to them
they glance at me
I ask them to listen
they say to stop talking

I speak a little bit louder
one walks to the cell door
I go to tell his of the danger
he knocks me to the floor with his baton

I glanced helpless out the small barred window
and thought the only thing I could think to myself

What's to come of this?
What's to come of this?
Only the future will tell...