And so much we could have done,
And so much I did,
The before and after was washed away with the morning tide,
When I faced the Sun and braced the light,
The salt drops on the floor,
The smudges here and there...
Of multitudes forgone, lay the ceiling bare...
Truth beckoned the strength within,
The desire to do more than just begin,
When the days of light cease to live,
All we do is, believe.
