In darkest night, my soul, anguished by its plight br Tried, tried to soar free, but tied to soil br Came rushing back, to wait another day. br br Day after day like soft petals that circle a flower br Like stories told at night to children br Like comets that circle a sun br Night becomes day and seasons change. br br Days go by: And life br May end when it has scarcely begun. br Thinking about ambitions and dreams br Has long ceased; the sound of children at play br Will remain with me as long as it may.