Grinding tears out as the ones I love pass away,

 Bringing God closer to the heart I hold so frail,

   Striving for the last emotion I may ever have,

    Battling until the end to save my conscience from the inevitable,

      I wrestle.

Some say repetition without success is insane,

But this and other such superstitions are our bane.

     To find true sanity, we must defeat our vanity and become others-minded.

The minds of many are worth more than the whole of one,

Trusting that the power of a team can breed some good fun

And God reminds us that in times of struggle,

   in times of trouble,

      without fail,

         be joyful.