Our Lot

Our Lot Before we reach the morning must get through the night And brave the roughest seas before finding the safety of the shore So be willing to face what is wrong to do what is right Our history made more by struggle than the peace we yearn for. For peace is not our right but comes with a cost Paid in tears, sacrifices and so much suffering But we should never think too high or all is lost It is not Heaven's hand but ours this promise bring. And the quietest days once the worst storms knew The love we know once faced so much hatred But, it is only through our spirit these moments get through The goodness we find only when, facing evil, unabated. And what dies now was, once, most alive While this earth, from nothingness, was born So, paradise a promise for which we need to strive It is our lot that peace be constantly won.