In the world of reason, we might often be heathen

to the natural process, the value in what we obsess.

A chasm of despair, is a step away from repair,

unless lonely silent hearts, might know true their art.

Once, in an active day, our bodies will feel so gay,

our lives as we live, together do feel truly alive.

A circumstance of truth, often felt in our youth,

might carry then the miles, that now will prevent smiles.

Yet we certainly always can, walk tall in a short span,

if only this message, of such shattered visage,

decline its oft felt shudder, that fear we will utter

nonsense as enlisted, always worry, so twisted.

We welcome the grace, that elegance of release,

soon overwhelming our quiet need for peace.