All I am and all I know,

shows me I have far to go.

Yesterdays and tomorrows,

prove I haven't much to show,

for all the ways I've had to grow.

But, all my knowledge, I bestow,

upon a seed I plant below,

the earth and hope with hope against all hope,

that i can fix the hearts I broke.

And that I do not have to pay,

for all the dreams I chose to chase.

Because my lungs are chilled as I am winded.

Running in the cold too long but, I'm not thrilled that it has ended.

So I take the time to stop and watch the skies of faith and will so ever-splinded.

=from dunno-who=