Through this solitude,
though the mundane,
through the pain,
and seemingly endless days,
You must embrace the tempest and her rain,
You must smile in the midst of adversity,
and recognize with wide eyes,
all you have gained.
And when the clouds merge,
and when your brain goes deeply gray,
dig to your roots,
and feel the iron blood in your veins.
Embrace her and all she has gained.
Through what she thought to be seemingly endless,
gray pain.
