I've memorized the lines I've drawn 

The words no longer used

The bars I always seem to hum

When I wake up with the blues

I can't even begin to tell

Or know quite where to start

But above all else 

Please know this truth

It all came from the heart

Often inconsistent

And frequently a chore

Typically most satisfied

Locked behind a door

The silence so I keep the peace

Pollution to the ear

Wonder why we dwell in doubt

And think of things you fear

Each day we wake 

An empty glass 

Each moment sparred

We near our last

Our hearts grown cold

From each day passed

And see no turning back

Thank lucky stars

And gods above

For what we've lost

And those we love

Here's to what's to come

We've made it through

May all these dreams come true