Come ye, all who broke,
All those whose light
Poured out like a yoke
To be born one more bright

Come ye, all who knew
That one day they'd be
Better than those few
Who never cried for 'me'

Come ye, all ye teary
Who never thought they'd find
Them back at home so weary,
For they thought they'd lost their mind.

Come ye, all ye triumphant,
Who beat back the claws of the beast,
Come ye, all ye poets
You deserve this much, at least.