The Tender Hands of Fate

I spend my precious time in slow pursuit
For treasures in this life I know exist
To find a piece of heaven on my route
And clench it with my heart’s almighty fist

And all along the way I seem to find
Among a world overflowed by hate
The ecstasy of leaving it behind
And resting in the tender hands of fate

Where everything that happens surely will
For reasons that I never will have known
And maybe after all and ever still
The treasures that I seek will be my own