Out, out brief candle, A bard penned on a midsummer's night; Out of chaos, one finds reason, When reason slumbers, turn on the light.
Will this act be comedy, or merely tragic? Your soul yearns to be enlightened; We must learn to accept both gracefully, To find our voice when we are frightened.
An empty canvas etched in heartache, You save lives but not your own; On you the spotlight is now shining, Make some music out of ill-starred woes!
For you now have a beautiful angel, To watch over your troubled dreams; A fish now rises to the ebb & flow, Of a sparkling, glorious stream.