When a moment comes of no recall
freedom grips the soul
for after all the past is gone
and ne’er will come again.
But just a moment, yes, indeed
for the heart would backward go,
and remember till no break of day
brings the present into play.
With no reins made to tie the sun
down on the other side
each day the heart must learn again
to put the past aside.
It learns each second, minute, hour,
of each long living day
but unlike mind it cannot
ever gain a passing mark.
The heart, therefore, a drop-out
lives to beat to what was good
and the soul just sits and waits
for a moment of freedom!