While I walk my well-worn path,
I mend my many fears,
And I nurse my few anxieties,
stumbling through this Vale of Tears.
My trials and my heartache
quite kindly I caress
and were despair to join me
it should cause me no duress.
I tend to my tenacious thoughts
of self-deprecation, and
for every break and bruise of soul
I show appreciation.
I flatter all my failures
and I shelter all my shame.
I flirt with every fear I have,
and let my nightmares take my name.
Life’s moments that are pure and good
are few and far between.
Yes, it surely is a Vale of Tears,
yet our tears wash us clean.