That our today will so soon the past be
does enrage those who prefer breeze to gale
yet we who have sailed the savage sea
fear not the Goodnight of the fading frail.
We welcome the swift passage of the day
and grasping the hours with a fervent hold
live so fiercely that time enjoys no sway
and the heavens smile at such burning bold.
Choose not to wither slow upon the vine
but blossom bright and reaching for the sky
make demand that the sun will ever shine
for those standing proud and yearning to fly.
Then can you at the final eyelid fall
let slip to the sound of the raven's call.