In the Arms of Sorrow

Under the sun there is a season for everything,
Eventually, the dust will settle
And there will be light at the end of the tunnel,
Pain demands to be felt;
feeling is what makes us human,
And that is the thing –
To feel it but do not live with it.

Fight to Make Up

Broken as we are we’ll last through this
Because darling we ride or die
And we will wear our scars
Someday turn them into stars
When it gets too dark they’ll light our path