There is no use in fighting with all our might
For things that we want for ourselves
It tires the mind, body and soul
Give up on fighting
Believe in one true God
He who charts our destiny
He who knows what is best for me
What is meant to be mine will always be mine
What is meant to be will always be
What is meant for me will always be for me
Trust that He has a plan
A plan of which makes no sense now
A plan which will make perfect sense someday.

- philoism