Yesterday

Yesterday there were so many things, I was never told.
Now I starting to learn, I feel me growing old.

Cos yesterday got nothing for me,
Old pictures that I’ll always see.
Time just fades the pages,
In my book of memories.
Prayers in my pockets,
And no hard in destiny.
I’ll keep or moving along, with no time to plant my feet.

Cause yesterday’s I got nothing for me,
Old pictures that I’ll always see,
Some things could be better, if we’d all just let them be.

If we could see tomorrow,
What of your plans, no one can live in sorrow,
Ask all your friends, times that you took in stride,
They’re back in demand; I was the one who’s washing blood off your hands