Are artists always best when at their worst,
When times are hard is that not when time's best?
Happy and content or sad, low and cursed?
All filled with joy or drowned in moral test?
See all the happy songs we love to sing,
If stories are told far enough the end
Is darkest black and does not mean a thing,
And no strength of the will these facts can bend.
Some people they have faith but don't know why,
Or how they think the world looks when it's done
They have a strength that lifts them when they cry,
And feel a warmth beyond that of the sun.
So send me laughs and I will laugh with you,
And if you drown then feel me drowning too.
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