Thoughtful Tuesday: In The End
To which we say; we’ll be fine.
We will be, won’t we?
While we pick up the dust and ashes of failed dreams,
Romance and true love we killed on a whim,
In our youth, we danced and spun on fate’s wheeling wheels,
With wind in our sails we bent life to our will,
Will we or will we not forever live?
We will be fine; we say,
While forward! We march onto our graves.
We will be fine.