Opinions differ and tides rise and fall effortlessly
And, after all is said and done
Who will we ourselves call upon
When our time comes
To stand with one side or the other
To rise or fall under what we have done
And, there are lines drawn in desert and seashore sands
That beckon one man to conquer another
For little more than clay to foster
What strength one thinks one has
Simply through the toppling of the other
Simply through the blows of a heavier hands power
One person sees a single flower
Another sees hope
One person becomes even sadder
And, can hardly cope
Thinking, how can one person matter
It takes time and time mixes disaster and pleasure
With strength and weakness
And, intermingles the perfect measure of give and take
Of let go and save
Of deny and partake of with grace and strength to endeavor on
And, even when rain falls down like heavy stones
Press on
And, even when pain calls out as it's always done
Press on
And, know it's in your power to pass along
The purpose, of even just a single flower
Cause, tides will rise and fall effortlessly
And, after all is said and done
To whom and for what purpose will you have become known