It takes time, it takes heart,
Yet we keep them apart
The life and the death of our brothers.
But in joy or in sorrow,
The tears come tomorrow
For the daughters and sons of our mothers.
In keeping with time
The night-watches chime
And mark the passing of hours
Then as the day dawns
The sun guilded morns
Are rich with the opening flowers.
But somewhere between
The twilight is seen
An abundance of trust that’s unshaken.
In life’s bitter storms,
It’s confusion and qualms,
It’s love that is gratefully taken.

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