My eyes have seen evil,
But I hoped for the best;
I planted the seed
Of love where I could.
I did not see the extent
of my works manifest;
I did not play the reaper
I inclined to do good.

I did not eat or savour
The fruit of my labour
It was my job to sow
And let the seed grow.
Time is a cruel master
It continues to flow
The difference I made
My heart does not know.

I didn't want glory
nor a large sum of money
but an honourable discharge
and my sins to be waived.
Now I'm nearing the grave
and I'm beginning to see
All the love I gave,
I did it for me!