Yesterday is gone at last
Even God won't change the past
Today I'm older than my age
The only gift I have is rage
Hiss is singing in my ear, ringing
Someone's pounding at my door
It's louder than it was before
The pounding never disappears
The only gift I have is fear
Hiss is singing in my ear, ringing
Rapid windows while I sleep
I hold a glimpse of honest peace
You're there to meet me at the gate
The only gift I have is faith
Hiss is singing in my ear, ringing