look no more at the dying sun
search no further in that distance
and hope no more for magic moments

cry no more for lost opportunities
wish no more for dead assurance
that your time shall indeed come

hallelujah we march to our resolution
mindful of fun and failure at life’s rendezvous
our hearts pierced by the ***** arrows of dearth

when days of plenty abound and scarcity flourishes
we see and ****** that which our hearts yearn for
and become finders keepers as in the days of yore