When the sorrows of life the soul overcast,
and the heart is a-flood with regretful tears,
when goodness and our child of innocence past
is abandoned, forsaken, in advancing years,
lost in the gloom, quick vanished too soon,
avoiding the light, to dark shadows fled,
still in a stupor till comes next-day noon,
unable to live, like a ghost of the dead,
when dreams seem lost, of all hope bereft,
sadness extinguishing the flickering flames,
when compassion and tenderness is lost or left
in betrayal of truth and our honored good names,
then we come to your site to see life anew;
we celebrate color and images clear.
In your generous sharing of all that you do
the gloom and sadness so quick disappear.
