Even when grey swirls outside
And the sun is just a memory
When the smallest decision isn’t clear
And it’d be nice to sleep
For a thousand years or so
Gratitude still wells up in the soul
At the knowledge that
Everything we own
We owe
That something is asked of us
And despite all our attempts to
Punt the question out of mind
It waits patiently for us
And our capacity to answer
Gives us a place among the stars
