I cannot end my efforts here nor from my heart let joy be taken
This was my home; I will not remember it as any different
Its passage scars my heart but does not break it
Too valued are the things that I have gained

Far and few between are precious places
Better to have shared in brief beauty than turn to stone
Light falls even within the deepest shadows

When all is said and done a world is only so wide as the mind that percieves it
It fades but its impression is left upon me

In its name I strive, and recreate.