When the very foundations,
That you stand upon,
When the pillars
That support you
Begin to crumble,
And fade away.
Do you turn for stability?
The calm heart
The very eye of the storm
Will you find a measure of true peace.
Very nice. A sacred tone. Do you think it is really true?
Returning to my own diversion, borrowing a bit, perhaps, from Mr. Orange:
There was a young man from Japan
Who, when asked if he could said, "I can"
Now whether he coulda
Or whether he shoulda
We might write on a beach in the sand.