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