All of our steps are guided
All of our days are numbered
All of our thoughts are counted
All of our actions are noted
The past is like stone
The future unknown
If we follow our hearts, we fall
Search with our brains, we go blind
Nothing is within our control
Everything runs on its own
You get what you see
Somethings always will be
We must be content in being
Content with what we're seeing
For nothing else will fill the hole
And nothing is within our control