What’s most precious

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