"Evergreen"
O ye, who dwells in sorrow,
Encircled with the dread of unknown
Ye heart weeps and seeks some help
But all to ever be in sight
Is the clinging absence of the light!
Ye wander upon thine shrewd beliefs
And the depth of damage unmeasured
While a bunch of comrades; with pride
Adorn the racks with trophies again
Along with those bearing layers of dust
Dawn to dusk; ye struggle alane
Awaiting wind to bless thine sails
Falter not and strike once more
It may appear in vain; this life,
But soon ye'll witness the evergreen sprout!
