On
My
Raft
Of
Life,
I Place
A
Candle
Fore
And
Aft,
And
Courage
Frail,
Raise
My
Flag
To
Form
A
Sail,
And
Make
My
Way
Across
The
Rolling
Bay
To
The
Rising
City
I Behold,
In
Towers
Of
Shining
Gold.
If
I Reach
That
Fabled
Shore,
I Won’t
Ask
For
More,
Only
To
Live
And
Grow
And
Become
The
Best
Of
All
I Seek
To
Know.