I try to find a reason to believe in eternal good
But when I'm forced to look around and witness gray men begging
It makes a bitter laugh escape that even one
optimist could.
The sunlight is choked here by a long shadows' vile twist
reflected on the sad streets by a building weeping ice
that falls like earth as meteors and cuts into
my wrist
And in this single mass that equals one but is many
I make the resolution that there is no peace on earth
the last sacred bit left on Valentines day; a time as good
as any
a time as good as any