We drew this hand
from a deck cut low
How can we stand
when we don't even know?

And yet we carry
the weight somehow
as we bury
these emotions now

Strength to give
and keep on giving
Life we live
and keep on living

From a bitter fount
We make sweet wine
and all days count
at the end of time

We wrestle in the dark night
of a weary minded dichotomy
and wonder at the surreal sight
of how we thought things ought to be

Let the simple summer rain
soaked in tears and years of pain
wash this apathy down the drain
so we can feel our hearts again

Let each tomorrow not be known
so today can stand alone
Let us not sink in waves of regret
of things life has not spoken yet

Mark the moment
and hold it close
Then just own it
and let it go

Dedicated to:
Ruechari