Recorded in eternal history
I wished upon a wish
and dreamed and dreamed they would be
The good deeds that I did
And bad, for which I lived my life atoning
while wondering, “what’s the point, who even knows?”
God (the one I don’t believe in) does
I once remember being told
A kindness given, for a child’s smile sold
A teacher taught, remembered even old
A story carried on till all who lived
And knew are dead
And then will be forgotten, I
With all the deeds that with this ride
Were cared for, sewn and hemmed and heard
But only once, by God, remembered

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