THIS TOO SHALL PASS

Lord, I have had days black as pitch
As nights crimson as blood

But they have all passed over me, like water
Let this one also passover me, lightly
Like a smooth rock, rolling down the hill
Down my back, my skin, like soothing water

For in Death,i await my fate- without fear or hope,
Because nothing destined can be changed,
but surely

"I SHALL OVERCOME"