|As It Ends
Something I've come to understand,
Mere truth that eclipses the dark.
As times marches on and leaves us,
There were no wasted prayers at the start.
But that's not the purest crystal.
And that doesn't matter at all.
It's like changing the color of rain.
And trying to catch air as it falls.
Give all that you can in this life.
Occupy it with obvious bliss.
Take all that you can from this life.
As it ends, let it go with a kiss.