When it comes to reality I don’t exactly have the best grip
ne’er a day goes by that I don’t find some way to trip
the discouragement can be immense overwhelming soul to bone
so thankful I don’t have to imagine doing a bit of it alone
surrounded by the four of you we bear one another’s wrongs
we fight one another’s battles and listen to our songs
the happy verses and sad dirges are ours to appreciate exclusively
battles won chains undone so glad you men are there for me
Bring Back the Poetry 