Year upon year have I watched the gift fade Since the first have I wondered where the giftless have played. Yet time has run short and I think I have greyed For what joy I have left is but from your flame waylaid. What we are missing, you bear, confined Worlds upon worlds, trapped in your mind. And though I can still see sun's light and moon's shine, I can't dream like you, my little one blind. By the strength of my love you've learned how to fly. And you've given me peace in the storm of the sky. Yet now I am left with the rain in my eye; Do I have the love left to wave you goodbye? (New description blurb thing for BWSD, now with