Life isn't always what it seems to be,
the clear light of dawn brings hope and serenity;
Yet some folks are bombarded by anger and doubt,
and can't seem to fathom what life's all about.

The puzzled and heartsick can't count on the day,
to fulfill their wishes and chase cares away;
For the broken and fallen who just need a chance,
each tragic day holds them in a worrisome trance.

Some wish they could sleep and just fade away,
from the every day problems which sent them astray;
And others fear losing what little they possess,
a sweet photo or letter with their grandchild's address.

Then somehow the fading gradually declines,
when folks start to share their souls and their minds;
We're seekers who want to enjoy the small things,
which are gathered and carried on bright angels' wings.