Rivers bend but I will not,
even if only helplessly floating
in aimless wonders,
where such an arbitrary life
will take us next.
Skies stretch beyond
even the darkest of senseless
and horrible of nights,
but I do not know any other
form of a brighter horizon rise,
in which my frail, tired wings to endlessly traverse.
The human race is running faster than all sanity in chaos.
The mountains are higher than all scientific disbelief.
The ocean is wider than all possible doubts.
Shine on anyway, I will, together, us,
alone against the relentless oncoming storms,
for I’ve got a hidden lighthouse
on top these lonely, forgotten rocks;
we can share a cry, a laugh or two,
waiting beyond all hope,
our ship to come in and save us.
Take my hand and remember,
we are, and will always be family,
a love that never ceases;
these better days will return to us
once and forever,