This is the time of looking on the bright side
When from our hospital beds we wake and into the streets we go
On broken bones we walk facing the sunset
Along the way abandon our falling hopes and regrets


We will wake in the morning on the beach, our feet in the ocean
Where the casts of our broken pasts dissolve in the salt water lapping upon us
With Our bodies mended, and dreams still fresh in our mind
We will scatter on the wind
Some will go to the desert, others to the hills, and more yet to the plains
All to the place from where each came

We will carry with us the message of tomorrow
And speak it confidently into the ears
Of friends and strangers who are stuck in today

They will feel the ocean in our breath and be filled to the point of bursting
We will raise them up like so many standing armies of hair
On arms touched with goosebumps under a cool breeze
As the weight of fear is swept away like fallen leaf in autumn

We will feel the draw once again, and submit to the current
Toward the contentment that we have relentlessly dreamed for
We may still stumble, but not alone, into the sunset we will go
To wake again on the beach with sand beneath our feet
While the ocean keeps reaching for us
Having known only failure, and will never give up