it’s all so frail, we’re here, we’re gone;
the hopes we set our hearts upon
go fleetingly into the haze
upon which we must muse and gaze –
it’s all so frail, what starts will end:
for brother, sister, lover, friend,
alike must go to where all will;
more smoke to free, more land to fill
so hold the frightened, fragile child –
we’re frailer when we split apart –
and touch but lightly on your fear,
and even lighter on
the heart
