How sweet is the clarity when you see through the pain.
Seeing things you had missed when actions were the same.
But now love is gone and so is the fog.
The fog of war and love, the bog.
Forward to firmer plain.
How sad is the memory when you have known the pain.
The pain of love and the struggle, the struggle and the gain.
Alas we say goodbye.
As a shared feeling dies.
And whispered healing becomes the same.
From glory in our eyes.