Tuesday, April 18, 2006

We will oh we must.
There will be no fuss.
Take away the past.
Somehow this could last.
Somehow its our task.
Somehow its our mask.

You will be okay.

In a hundred years.
In their proper place.

With a quiet face.

Tears turning to dust.
Everything will rust.
Everything will pass.

And you will be oh
you will be okay.