Tracing to the West -

Look out over rivers

the hills and the far horizon

with a profound sense

Of your own littleness in the fast scheme of things

and yet have faith, hope and courage

Know that down inside

We all are as noble, as vile and lonely as ourselves

Within all our sorrow and all our sins

We all fight a hard fight we never can win

We find that every faith, if it’s yours or mine

makes us walk the line

That can help any one to lay hold of things Divine

When majestic meaning in life we can see

For whatever the name of that faith may be

When he can look into a wayside puddle

See something beyond mud, the stain that lies within

And into the face of the most lost fellow mortal

And see something beyond sin

Keep the faith with yourself

In your mind the smallest candle

In your heart a bit of a song

I am hooked on to life, not afraid to die

Find the secret, give it to the world

As we fade away, but the spirit will stay