Life is full of paradoxes.

What we saw may have a veil,

What we heard may be a tale.

What we thought impossible may turn into a living miracle,

What we believe to be everlasting may fade, with no trail.

 

The truth is difficult to know.

With all the setbacks rebirth into a victorious hail,

The broken heart is the bedrock of a healing soul.

May the valley floor become the cradle of vision,

The way down always ends with the way uphill.

 

All the destinies are fair, though.

What we lost yesterday, in a better presence,

Awaits us at the end of the wail.

We get what we gave,

Nothing else can be such real.

 

We are seen and blessed.

No one can ensure a perfect way out, still,

Without faith, what can we bring back to the table?

Desperation is an illusion, so is hope,

Give me a reason not to fulfill.