Lean Times

From the first summer snow

to the last winter thaw

lean times for some...

but not all

Too many souls

on the same twisted road

Colliding prismatically

with the unknowable

But I knew it was so

that a seedling would grow

when our tears died in the dirt below

And a hero is born

who to justice is sworn

and we're the hero

Stumble on,

your shoulders shrug beneath the yoke

but whose shoulders

have not shrugged,

who hasn't toiled alone?

And there'll be time to listen by the fire

when the work is done,

the world is whole

We'll remember,

at the journey's end is hope

And I knew it was so,

an inferno would grow

from the kindling of our kindness

From the shadow we'd rend

the reins to the end

and we would steer home

Lean times, lean times...

better times to come