Days of old, days anew
Days we have to think things through
There is no shame in loss, regret
We do the things we can, and yet
Something else is always there
Something else to burden, bear
Something that we set our eyes
Something reaching to the skies
No one knows what lies ahead
The choice is ours: to hope, or dread
Me myself, I’ve thought it through
And hope is all I hang onto
Hope for life, forgive the past
For memories, some should not last
The only thing that matters true
Lies far ahead, the future you
Do not dwell the trivial
Nothings not forgivable
Ease your mind, let worries go
Free yourself, my small sparrow
How the World Should Work 