Sad that you suffered
Glad that you suffered
The paradoxical depths
of the meaning-highs
Across the ocean
Across the sky
Guess its an art to try
Hold the thoughts
As the day goes by
I am glad you suffered
Made it out alive
At the end of it all
Maybe we even know why
And it all justifies
A Sunday morning sky
November could do worse
With the rain pouring on
Unheard cries.
-Al