We look so fine, so clear and swell,
you’d never guesss how deep the well
of darkness, pain and itchy bad,
that makes us in some moments sad.
Love of friends is not the thing
that stops such creeping suffering –
’tis sometimes simply wine and song
that bring us back where we belong.
There comes a time with every pain,
it finds a crack and seeps again –
so dance the dance of memories,
and know you’ll heal…
Until the next