I didn’t, did I?
In the light darkness
Old words caress my eyes
Pictures of past positions
Pray I ponder the present.
Water under the bridge’s thighs.

Time, the Narrator,
The Historian of Bravado;
Tell of the contrast
Between my future and past.
I have found at last
That I must pray and fast
I must grow and die fast
Grow my heart, sails and mast.

I didn’t think I could make it
Not without your Holy Spirit
By strength shall none survive
I didn’t, did I?