We do what we can do
brightlightsloudnoises: You sprung from the fountainhead of youth, A treasure and a lightning rod for joy. I saw you defray sorrow And plant your feet in the driest ground. I saw you draw back the sun with the ease of a bow And send it sailing into night. I saw you stand at the window, Lovely, tired, You instrument of good And more than clay.
I need a break.