The Tender Hands of Fate

I spend my precious time in slow pursuitFor treasures in this life I know existTo find a piece of heaven on my routeAnd clench it with my heart’s almighty fist

And all along the way I seem to findAmong a world overflowed by hateThe ecstasy of leaving it behindAnd resting in the tender hands of fate

Where everything that happens surely willFor reasons that I never will have knownAnd maybe after all and ever stillThe treasures that I seek will be my own