Now it’s time to see
There’s a world we can greet
With some sense of strength
And maybe even hope
Move a little farther
From the end of your rope;
It’s OK to find your happy
In the present imperfect
To know that two broken images
Can come to beautifully intersect
And rail against the idea
That joy is undeserved and must be fought
That happiness is a thing to be bought
With torn pieces of a lonely soul
Bleeding pieces of that you stole