Once each year I endure the day indistinguishable
To my own eyes when the tunnel has been traveled
And the light has won the war
Innocent soul
Like no man has lived to see before

It is on that day in a future present
That I cease to judge myself and others
And no longer feel the pain
Or the crooked irony
Of a heroic heartbreak
Like a lightning bolt to the chest
Or a vacuum ******* away my breath
Here now in peace I rest