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Keep Going Dear


I couldn’t buy you a house of gold

So I painted one instead

You smiled and cried

And hung your head

 

You smiled because you were deaf

To those who broke you down

They screamed hurtful things

But in the end you won the crown

 

You cried because you were blind

To those who loved you all around

You thought you were lost

By then you’d been found

 

You hung your head due to losses

The dead were buried and you

Declared funerals for the living

You began each day, brand new

 
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