Steven A. Jent

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Sigh

A friend of mine says the worldís on fire, and itís never going to rain.

And itís worthwhile to be a liar or anything else that pays.

I told him Iíd been there before, and itís no place to remain.

 

While one of us remains alive,

Then surely we shall all survive.

After this, all else becomes a sigh.

 

Iíve been told too many times that thereís nothing to believe.

But you and I can make the garden real before we leave.

Itís left to us to sow the joy, weíve had enough of grief.

 

 



All words and music copyright © 1975Ė2011 Steven A. Jent