Out of darkness you entered and
so will you leave, but until the time
of withered leaves, until the time of
beginnings end, you will have this life
and in this life, you will sing for no
show, laughter will prelude the cry
or reverse, in this life, you will wish
the strings of your heart would break,
relieve you from the sticky web of rapture,
in this life, you find that you will lose
and that, that which is lost will find you too
but misery's brisk winds, are not the only ones
to blow upon you, there are times the
weather will break or change sending
you droplets of delight, drizzling upon
your thristy cheeks that are peaked
high, revealing the sunny smile that life
has shined down upon you, but until
that time of withered leaves to rake, in
this god given life, sing as if you are in
a crowded theatre, sing in all you do,
living is the one thing, we all are sure
to do, in your lifespan or in this life.