Joy does come in the morning.
Beauty does arise from ashes.
Mourning does turn into joy.
Laughter does replace despair.
Just like the tomb could not hold death;
Darkness always bows to the light.
Just like a buried seed will find its way to the sun;
Winter always gives way to spring.
In your weary days, do not lose heart.
Hang tight, friend.
Grounded In Moxie 