All the beauty to hold
Dreams today and yet to be
Time blows all away,
Moving on, pretending not to care
I still look here and back there
Twelve thirty-six — here comes conflict
The same old tricks, the same old fix
If I could, I would drift into the blue
Towards something new
I can’t control what I can’t reach
Within my soul, this breach
What’s most precious —
It’s You, Glorious
