Through the days and dark and night
the changing guards
marched by, in silence fell.
Our deeds unheard . . . our fortunes tell.
All good intent is lost in time
though forever gone are thine.
Adrift between this moment now, till then,
will into deeper darkness come . . .
or shall this way be joy?
Help me find the way till then.
Help me find the joy.
Alas this will incede till sunsets greet
the final winters chill.
When life's shadow casts across the precipice,
then destiny fulfilled.
Help us find the way till then.
Help us find the joy.

P. Suess