And, though I know I could do more,
I could do so much less;
And what, indeed, this life is for
Is anybody’s guess.
It could be that we’re born to die
Or learn along the way,
Or else we’re here to make like sky
All on a summer’s day;
And, though we get obscured by cloud
Or tears may fall like rain,
We sing the sacred name out loud
And laugh away the pain.
And then the holy light shines through
The emptiness that’s shining, too.
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Ambition
