In life, love, and loss;
Through strife, beyond trial, in the depths of moss;
One must know the way;
Two must look through the fray;
Four begin to move without sway;
All hold the other up when the head is dropping;
None left behind for they will miss the topping;
To know no matter what, no matter when, no matter where;
When the road ahead seems to dark and dangerous to bear;
And the road behind is already fading;
One must only look up to see what is wading;
Through the fog, behind clouds, above the sky;
The sun is always waiting too see you fly.
