Reach out and feel what should be yours by right; 
The cadence of a song that none have heard, 
The measure of a breath that's full and light 
Along a shore: a lonely boat, a bird --  

And how you came to be where you are not: 
The fuller you become a passing ghost 
That all have seen and equal all, forgot, 
A missing sign atop a broken post -- 

But you remember hope -- it was your claim 
When everything you didn't know still glowed, 
And so much seemed in reach, both love and fame, 
While paying back much more than ever owed --  

  Our slipping grasp on all that missing peace, 
  Midst waves that ever lessen, never cease