The moving finger writes on the page of our destiny,
The ink dries and stamps our fate.
The road behind is dust beneath the sun.
The road ahead is hidden yet we run,
The only hour we own is this one.
The pen of time writes softly through the night,
No hand can alter what it deems is right.
Why question what no human hand can change?
Trust the Divine and toast to our fate.
Tomorrow is a tale that is unknown,
Love, have faith and smile to our fate behold.
