In the heart I mean good,
In time my feet found flight,
In the pen I found might,
In the Word I seek friendship.

By the days end the soul sigh
Leaving a soullish put,
Half done and undone,
When would it end if just begun?

We tried and hard, quite!
In the darkness we make light,
In a problem we have insight
And in ourselves we know might.

At the end as the Sun strike
It is all right that we have gained.