In the deep night of the soul
Rich in questions, yearning for
Life that matters far beyond
Picket fences and front lawns
When we tire of life mundane
We can still begin again
In the sunset of our life
After years of joy and strife
As we ponder legacy
Wondering what we will leave
When the lights are growing dim
We can still begin again
Every morning, every hour
Spirit gifts us with the power
To begin our life anew
What then will we choose to do?
Close a chapter, lift the pen
To once more begin again
