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