For that peace of mind,

I do wish only for truth,

while the minutes of my life

turn to hours shedding days

I wonder little about tomorrow,

always mindful of today,

and drawn to the errors,

memories of yesterday.

Within our resolve we find strength

that ability to know full well

the outcome of our struggle

lies within that bounty of truth.

While the minutes go by,

turning hours that shed my days,

I am drawn easily toward a gray,

rather startling in its array

of catastrophic consequence,

that notion of fear that lays in wait.

We are a bounty of caring souls

bound to our need to restore

an ideal to the pain of misfortune

we suggest is now certain fortune