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

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

Take me from your freedoms
as you smile your lonely thoughts

Dry your heart
My eyes have poured forth

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