Done what

What have I done 

What shall I achieve 

When all I can do is cry just believe 

You mustn't look back when your hands on the plough 

Furrow deep break the clogs of the ground 

Spread abroad the principle wheat 

Instruct in discretion 

Simple 

Sweet 

Nurture

Brother - that reminds me of my mother 

And what we must go through 

Everybody ages

This is nothing new 

Sprung from the trap of life

It seems my world's retracting 

But I like to cast a line

 Something might be catching