Everything we have is only borrowed,

We own nothing but our choice in how to live.

Don’t try to fix life, it is here for the living,

In loving, in helping, in compassion, in giving.

 

The joy, the heartbreak, the passion, the fear,

Each has its purpose, each shown in a tear.

Life is a wave on the vast, restless sea.

Ride the high crests, brave the depths patiently.

 

Like borrowing a book, treat the world with care,

So others may read the wonders we share:

The mountains, the deserts, the wild ocean’s roar,

The quiet plateau, the endless shore.