As darkness begins to swallow,
and the light begins to fade;
As candles without oxygen,
are the breaths we no longer take.

All the yesterday's tomorrow's,
Few promises can we make;
As today's feeble winds,
are ours to not forsake.

Rebirth of spiritual soul,
as death we can't escape;
Promised are only the tomorrow's,
From the yesterday's we've now made...