Will love ever come to pass
as long as this life shall last.
Will dreams soar on exalted wings
laying to rest those toxic stings.
Will we somehow find our way
while battling the cold and grey.
Will it ever get any better?
Will we wake up to fair weather?
Will you meet me where the rainbows bloom
Where life is gentle and ne’er a gloom
Where the piercing pains fade away
And every morn is a brand new day.