Just something ...
... that happens to reflect my current feelings (thanks to Sarah Slean):
Hopeful Hearts
Click to viewSo we take the path not taken,
down into the fields of war;
Sword alone, the shield forsaken,
This, the right we're fighting for.
Hopeful hearts are moving targets,
I don't know how I survive;
we go out like birthday candles,
then, like suns we rise, we rise. Oh, struggle is right!
What's black is white!
The moment you fall, you fly!
Give us your dead!
They live again in
our hopeful hearts. Fiends and Devils in the garden,
take their fill and leave me scarred;
but I still have my secret weapon,
this: my brave and hopeful heart. Oh, struggle is right!
What's black is white!
The moment you fall, you fly!
Give us your dead!
They'll live again -- they live again!
Oh, struggle is right!
What's black is white!
The moment you fall, you fly!
Give us your dead!
They live again in
our hopeful hearts.
What do others think? As always, this well-perched philosopher would like to know.