In the midst
of falling skies.
I find the world
is our demise.
The ways we lie,
and steal, and cheat.
All the ways
the devil we meet.
Our beginnings
and our bitter ends,
find the days
and make ammends.
The sweet and sweeter
melodies
of the world we know
are remedies.
The days end
and more days begin.
And the days continue
through thivk and thin.
We may run our course
and finish our race,
and the way we run
may be our saving grace.