Written by: Jodi Hill

Wisdom is something 
No one can teach,
In all intelligence
We now preach,

The strange world 
We have become 
Accoustomed to,
When all our light 
Is black and blue

We see life,
But do we see death?
For all our sins
We have just one breath,

Why for all joy 
Is trimmed with pain,
And all our life
Will be spent in vain