I hold my breath and watch as life takes hold
Or lets quickly go a young life lived too soon
While destiny does her part and coldly plays
The hand that is written, to be, come what may
Life, as breath, heaves and sighs and speaks
Shifting sands beneath our stumbling feet
Giving sometimes glory everywhere
And taking sometimes more than we can bear
We come with nothing, entering with a cry
And leave with less, or even a bitter goodbye
And in between, as destiny pushes us ‘round
We grasp a hand, given to us in sound
Hold it strong, for it will be what holds
Our head above water even as all else folds
Krishna’s name, sounding deep with our heart
Listen, listen albeit faintly at the start
A sound that is our constant dear most friend
A sound that stays when all, and truly all else ends
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