My tears are as cold as the thick black ice

That weighs down the limbs of the trees.

My existence as pointless as the bright yellow stripes

On the tails of the worker bees.

But even though I suffer great pain

I know that I must go on.

If I can just hold on for one more day

Soon the pain will be all gone.

Nothing in life remains the same

On that you can depend.

The fragile pine tree snaps in the wind

But the mighty oak will bend.

Just ride out this storm I tell myself

It will all be over soon.

Then the clouds will pass, the sky will clear,

And I’ll gaze at the stars and moon.