Future / Past

Future / Past - John Mark McMillan

You hold the rains and the sun and the moon

Like horses driven by kings

You color the mountains and valleys below

With the grain of almighty wings

All treasures of wisdom and things to be

Are hidden inside your hand

In this fortunate twist of events

You ask me to be your friend

You ask me to be your friend

A few

A few are my first

Few are my last

You are my friend

And my future and the past

A few

Few are my first

Few are my last

You are my

Future and the past

Constellations are screaming inside

Bent of your desire

Where can I run

Where can I hide

From your hearts true aspires

All treasures of wisdom and things to be

Are hidden inside your hand

In this fortunate twist of events

You ask me to be your friend

You ask me to be your friend

A few

Few are my first

Few are my last

You are my future and the past

A few

Few are my first

Few are my last

You are my future and the past

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

A few

Few are my first

Few are my last

You are my future and the past

A few

Few are my first

Few are my last

You are my future and the past