On the terrace of life 

When faith fights fate, 

Sight stares at the stars 

Sharing night's hours late. 

Silent,faint yet fervent 

The heart hurls a wish or two, 

To grow in His garden afar 

And return as truth in time due. 

In loads of measure infinite, 

Your wishes all such may grow to be true, 

And when the masses miss the heavens 

May they forever turn to you ...