““The evening with its lamps burning The night with its head in its hands The early morning I look back at the worried parents Wandering through the house What are we going to do The evening of the clinical The night of the psychological The morning facedown in the pillow The experts can handle him The experts have no idea How to handle him There are enigmas in darkness There are mysteries Sent out without searchlights The stars are hiding tonight The moon is cold and stony Behind the clouds Nights without seeing Mornings of the long view It's not a sprint but a marathon Whatever we can do We must do Every morning's resolve But sometimes we suspected He was being punished For something obscure we had done I would never abandon the puzzle Sleeping in the next room But I could not solve it””
