be grateful while the good times last
who knows how the die gets cast
when troubles banging on your door
and life just grinds you to the floor
the dark clouds threaten dark with gloom
through the day until the moon
shines down silver on your soul
such that peace may at last be what you know
but till this journeys end is reached
you grind on hard through troubles deep
till the summoning touch is soft but clear
and eternal rest at last draws near