We're the masters of our own fateThe painter and the paint--Robbie Williams
I may be just a grain on
the sand, but live seeds from the
once forever stars glow in
my river of atoms and
yours, too. I smile at you because
you are loved. Because I
know we are never going
to be perfect. Don't push said
river if you mean to pull
on its tail, don't pull what you
mean to push. Don't let the light
go out. I only want my
own beautiful noise to add
to the world's own tide making
sound. Don't snuff it out when
you desperately need to
lighten it up. (A light turned
down is not a light turned off.)
I laugh with you because it
is funny and you're still loved.
It's not just your light, but all
the lights that light the world that
we are trying to protect.
I weep with you because your
own hurt, wherever, whatever
and whenever it is,
can be found deep inside my
own heart's beats like the club band.