Before I leave my home, I want to let You know The sorrow I'll be leaving in My place. It's true I saw the truth Of work within these halls When I was young and full of hope And joy. Although It seemed to solve The problems that we faced The cost was far too great for us To bear. And now I see a worth In every face I'd shorn With such monastic zeal... we should have stopped. I weep As I recall How we would stoke the fire With living kindling... People... that Have died Before I saw the truth: The problems that we faced with such monastic zeal.. we should have died.