When

When all the lines are smudged,

When all the pieces lost,

When all the threads are loose

And all the wires crossed.

Then will I find the time

To sit and mend the hole

That life has made within

This broken, tattered soul.

 

When all the lights burn out,

When all the songs are sung,

When all the steps are trod,

When age claims all the young.

Then will I find the time

To answer to the call

That only can be heard

When silence covers all.

 

When all the words are said,

When all the truth is known,

When all the flames have died,

When all the breezes blown.

Then will I tend the plants

That grow without the light

That send their fragile leaves

To spread across the night.

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