Life rolls over you and I,
Like Sands - of a Passing Tide
Time leaves us but "A Moment Of Trust"
Yet we "A Moment" of Trust, in Dust

Writing is useful symbols
deciphered by but a few

All the hope this world has,
dwells in the Hearts of Children.

Love is a choice
and the builder of all things

Fear is a choice
and the destroyer of all things

Quit spinning your wheels
The mud has dried up

Remember who you are
...While I forget myself

Collect my wisdom in your brow
And frown at the world

Steal my riches
They are already yours

Warm my heart
Your hands are cold