I Defer.

What shall be said when life is the subject? 

Who can withstand force, expectation? 

If it were up to me, if it were up to me! 

Have I once decided the rising of the sun? 

Was there a time where the birds flew to my leading?

Were it up to me, were it up to me... 

Turmoil is the space between wishing and a hope deferred,

But who can deny it? 

Were it up to me, were it up to me...

Can it be honestly said that I know how to manage,

A life totally within my control? 

If it were up to me, if it were up to me!

Any chances to see more, are coveted,

Any glimmers of control, are clutched. 

Were it up to me, were it up to me... 

What then, when information is not whole?

Who is responsible for this?

If it were up to me, if it were up to me...

I Defer.