I may have learnt a thing or two-

There is no
Time to stay,
The days are short.
We need to keep
Something to live for.

All things good
Come to an
End. I see his
Eyes, they still keep
All the world aflame.

Love is hard
To find, life
Is hard to keep.
O wretched world-
Guide this wanderer!

Where he
May go, I will
Not know, no seed
I plant will help
Him grow.

This pain is
Deep, yet he
Is lost- through
Eyes of man
He cannot sleep.

O help him.
That he had
Not seen what I
Had known, O help
His never ending soul!

There is a
Little boy I
Know, he travels
Beyond the seas
Just to get here,

So take a
Steady look
And see- he knows
A world far better

Than either you or me.