What comes

I asked: ?Oh, Father, can you tell
when love will ring up my doorbell??
?How do I know? You'll see what's what.
Well, it may come and it may not?.

?Oh, Father, I am strong and free,
where does the glory wait for me??
?Who knows the place of rise? of fall?
The glory may not come at all?.

I asked again below my breath:
?What can you tell about my death??
?Well, I can say for sure, my son.
Some day it comes to everyone?.