I'm not worried about tomorrow, nor fear the present day
I see the future as unwritten, with unpromised guarantees
Why look back, what is lingering enough for us to be slain
Surrender, give in, lay down my resistance and remember
A past is gone, the future is opaque, distrust coming days
The evidence is gone, documents are shredded, no proof
We beg our creator to help us, and soon we find the truth
This life is not for our pleasure, but learn to find our way
