Defiant To The End
Our work is never done. Not while a beating heart
Has reign of ragged bones, and breath invigorates
This vessel of the earth. Our work is never done.
The truth no longer hurts; compassion is our cause,
Our reason beauty. Still, our work is never done.
While there is life ahead, and while the spirit writhes
Defiant to the end; while there is strength enough
To clear the fog, and see the world that ought to be:
Our work is never done.