To do no more than sit and write
Let my mind fight whatever it feels it needs to fight
Always knowing; not what's right
But that nothing need be kept from clear sight
That whenever I wish to shine the light
The tightness will try to keep it tight
As night-time falls into blue-black night
That bright day no longer bright
With such decay that I just might
Distill the darkness with sheer insight
Show my mettle, fight my fight
As with my mother I'll fly my kite
Share our love, forego our plight
