To Have a Better Use

Whether we fly or we soar,

Whether we bequeath or implore,

Whether we stand or are thrown,

Whether we drown or swim strong,

Whether we crash or we skip,

Whether we land or we flip,

Whether we paint or erase,

Whether we dance or lay chaste-

There will always be a light,

And the dark will continue to come,

The sun will still to rise,

And time will go on.

So what use is it to sit,

With your head in your hands,

And let everything within,

Be carried by the wind?

What use is it to ask,

For there to always be more?

What use is to cry out,

And fall to the floor?

So stand my dear friend,

And hold your head high,

for when the night time has passed,

The sun will rule the sky.