From Inside Out If lives were formed in moments and dreams not built in sand If truths were forged from visions and faith reborn in man If deeds were raised from courage and hope not laid in doubt I'd see what might become what is and be rebuilt from inside out Though leaves announce the season they live but for a time The rose in fragile splendour may wither on the vine. Though clouds part for sunshine the darkness out waits the sun and though I may live my dreams today my nightfall will surely come.