The future depends on the past
And probably
To more than we can relate to
A haze of fear nourishing their hate
As long as it's not too late
The dove has flown its last peace march
And probably
The last we see before the end starts
The tree of life has seen its last spring
Trembling to see what the winter brings
So you trusted the piety of man
And probably
You also reached out your hand
Towards the skies from where the downpour came
At last the heavens are to blame