The grieving one who never looks outside
Suffers like a prisoner in a cell
Yet we has some freedom to decide
To grieve yet view our real world here as well.
To turn the eyes back to the lost and dead.
Is what we all must do in painful times
But to this natural world, we must be wed
And under suffering draw a heavy line.
From despair, we rise to be renewed;
To see our friends and make our hearts feel glad.
And look behind us with a gentler view
See the joy and love and all the kindness had.
In the sea of grief, we swim not drown
Cast away the weights which pull us down.
