Our past does not define us
Our futures are unwritten
Our present is a gift
Life is uncertain

History books cannot teach
What you have taught to me
Tarrot cards cannot predict
What is ment to be

And as for my present, deary
I am thankful you are here
Without you I would be fragile
I would shed my many tears

At day we can run
And in dreams we may lay
On fields of jade green grass
And listen to what we say

So this present darling
Is exactly that
Every day is a gift with you
I promise not to hold back