Must i always ask my father,
The date he gave birth to me;
How he got his list of problems solved
Or where he found the girl he loved?
But i say within myself I wont,
Tommorrow is not ours to know,
And a singer too once said,
Que sera sera!
Must i agree with a demon
To escape from death?
Or learn the skills to fight
Just to claim myself a right
But i say within myself i wont,
Tommorrow is not ours to know
And a singer too once said,
Que sera sera!
Must we seek saints in this robbers time?
Or must we hope our lords could turn saviour
To search for golds in hill of mere sands,
To find lucks in back of our two hands
We may wish but they wont,
Tommorrow is not ours to know,
And a singer too once said,
Que sera sera!
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