We never know how much time we have,
With the ones we love.
We never know when the angel of death,
Will come down from above.
We never know just where to roam,
Or where to shout out loud.
We never know which road to walk,
The one above the clouds.
We never know who walked down that road,
In times been and gone.
We never know just who we'll meet,
To tell us we've gone wrong.
We never can tell the sins and dark,
From all things that are right.
We'll never see those who pick us up,
And tell us it's alright.
We never can see the pain,
Fogging up our sight.
But I see you at the end of the road,
You're my morning light.