This is worth much more than seven minutes.
I am the child of Hope and Doubt, potential in my eyes—
And Love for all, but in my heart an empty feeling lies.
To Grow and Learn and Make and Help, are things I wish to do—
Though Time and Circumstance of Life make chances of this few.
In Love the cost of Hope is free, though things are not the same—
Outside the Heart, where Life and Fate are ruled by things like Pain.
Reality, as such, is Vice because it so enslaves—
Desires of the Poor and Lost, no room for Dreams it saves.
So every Heart goes roundabout the World in search of Peace—
But only Few have fortune there to make their Worry cease.