And everything will be alright.
Well, who am I to say it will?
It might just make you sleep at night,
And afterwards be bitter still.
Yet everything will be okay,
Not that I could just make it so,
Or by declaring, it will go
And make the sorrow go away.
But everything will be just fine.
At least for me, at least what’s mine,
At least within this fragile frame
The things will remain just the same.