May it Be

In the world of high and low, dark and light, many things may be. And here I stay, all my days, whistling just the same.

Cats may hum, and dogs may sigh,

Crows may cackle, and men may lie,

Some may say doomsday is nigh,

But forever I’ll stay under our sky

Whistling just the same.

 

Day may shatter, and dawn may break,

Cold may pierce and earth may shake,

All my days may joy forsake,

But forever I’ll stay under our sky

Whistling just the same.

 

Wars may come and red be rain,

Fickle the friend, and many the vain,

Great the greed, and vast the pain

But forever I’ll stay under our sky

Whistling just the same.

 

Angels may cry and devils may reap,

By and by, the terror runs deep,

The wise will fall and the fools keep,

But forever I’ll stay under our sky

Whistling just the same.

 

Then thunder may roar, and waves may crash,

Arrows may fall and knives may slash,

Resisting the horror in a mighty clash,

I’ll take up my way, and fight for my sky,

That life may not be a game.

 

When love may conquer, and hearts be full,

When hope drives out hate, and washes the soul,

When my quest is done and the world be whole,

Then forever I’ll stay under our sky,

Whistling just the same.

The End

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