In the end

Everything will be alright

Every mountain has its valley,

Every river has its sea,

Fire turns into smoke circles,

That’s the way it’s got to be.

Every sky gets filled with clouds,

Every sea gets hit by storms,

Every book, loved and read,

Eventually gets worn.

After rain the sun comes out,

After illness comes ascent.

Nothing very good or bad,

Has an infinite extent.

Every room you have to leave means

Somewhere else you gotta be.

Sometimes this is hard to notice

Cuz the tears won’t let you see.