Oh, but the blessed things and ones,
Those that light the way and brighten
Everything for one sweet moment,
They are such that all of us once in
A while achieve.

Furtive motive driving something...
Tacking down the grit of raw ideals.
Pressing hard our hearts to test the
Limits of our boundaries. This is real
And we get lost a lot.

If you can end the night soft... If you
Can extract a little grace somewhere in
The passing day, then just maybe it
Might all end up just fine. Save any bit
Of the best of things