Que Sera, Sarah
The darkest lights are shining
When the brightest is away
The cold depths i'm mining
Miss the warmth of day
I felt a painful miracle
I wished upon a star
What's a ripple but a wrinkle?
I learned of time from healing scars
Recovered from the mortal wound
That she dealt me more than once
How could i ever play a fair hand,
When she stacked the deck?
Though i had to play that game so many times,
What else should i expect?
It is what it is
What it isn't
What will be, will be
We are what we are
What we aren't
Found someone who heals, to mend
Someone that's my love, and friend
Done wandering, i've found my Zen
And done wondering what could have been
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2012
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