Oh, what is this life?
Is it but a brief  candle flame
blown by the wind
a momentary mist
that is here and then gone
or the song of a dying bird?
Oh, have all my loves left me
and counted me as less than nothing?
Oh, how I would give my soul
for a love that would last through the ages.
Oh, is not life
the struggle and the search
for love
and the love that is life
the thing we hunger for most.
to and be loved
to find the prize of another's soul
like a precious stone
a treasure for the ages
to join with us as the ages roll.
And then who cares
if out mortal bodies
are snuffed out
like a dying candle flame
for our souls shall fly
on velvet wings of love
through God's eternal starry sky.