Iíve given up trying to figure the how and why of lifeÖÖ.
I am weary and tired;
The night birds are singing their last song to me.
Iíve wandered around from town and city.
Iíve watched the river roll by.
When I wake up I hope to see the Angels.
The wind through the trees sounds like Heaven singing.
I see the morning sky light up like flames.