And after the dark comes the light,
It's all good in the end,
How could the sun shine so bright-
If it weren't for the dullness of the rain?
The bloodied footsteps,
Walk towards healing,
And flounder in frustration
But rarely ever stall
And every attempt to transcend-
The wrongs of woe and injustice
Are circles of life and death-
That move in infinitum,
Giving evidence to mortality
And glimpses of eternity.