The days are long,
But the nights seem longer,
Arduous hours
Making pointless paper,
And you start to question
The human condition;
This strange great ape
Reduced to great depression.
When the silence hits
And tears fall like diamonds,
You are the end result
Of the love of thousands;
Your blood and bones
Carry firmament of stars
Those constellations you count -
They\'re what you are.