The eyes we open, to attest to the sun
And shall bright light be waking or but anything other than gone
Then, we crawl, speak, laugh, and stand
for thee exists and walks the land

It is blessed, thus, not oppressed
That which a man is able to feel some
Passing onto another, thy bequest;
To cry, to love, yet eternally as they come

If a man seek only of joy
Will he found it in the absence of pain?
But he is to experience it as to employ,
in sight of what after one may gain

Yes, a man long of happiness
Yet in times, it is ache that accompanies with it
Though one shant be daunted
As life goes on, we are of grace and not haunted