Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Erasing the wordly meet,
Convincing, living is more the task master of two,
The body and soul,
The body is a candle,
And soul is its flame,
Soul they would slipped out annoyed by the
noise and chill and sharp edges of the world,
Soul like a child in the falling light of the day,
Soul on...