As I walked through the
world most of my life; I learned
nothing of pain, or mourning, and strife.

As I strolled with sorrow for only a day; I
 gained more than the world had ever relayed.
Mourning, grief, and utter disbelief;
 came stealing my heart just like a thief.
Through sorrow grew love
and strength from above.

In the darkest of night's through
the most terrible of fights. Persevere,
Persevere; For the light draweth near.
They that will hear; Travel
through your fear. On the other side,
the light draweth near.

The Worlds wisdom; We've followed
for years; Can never come near, that
gained through our tears.


J.J. Oakley