Who Holds My Tomorrow 

Who holds my future 

Where will I land

In whose hands will I fall

Independence has lost its grasp

As my eyes grow dim

In whose hands hold my days

As my dreams fade away 

Who will care if I fail this life

Or leave unannounced 

To cross over yonder

To the promised land

And seek its beauty beyond

A burden I’ve become 

Unintentional, and yet 

To depend upon offspring 

Is today my beget 

Shorten my days I pray 

For mercy I request 

To meet my maker soon

To see the one 

Who holds my tomorrow 

With no regrets I shall go