"Through the years I could see my life blown by the wind
Soaring high and then dashed to the ground
Finally I wondered just how much I'd squandered
Having every wind that blows toss me around
A good man's not alway right nor the bad one always wrong
Things are not always black or white as I'd thought my whole life long
Instead of haste, I've learned patience and gratitude for questions
The answers can wait, that at last I have found"

Ebbie