When the world asks so much of us

And we are tired of the trials

I wonder when enough is enough

And I hear the answer

’It never is.’

When we are at our lowest

Love is still there, somewhere

Even if it’s hidden far from view

It is still there.

When we are at our saddest

Comfort is there, somewhere

Even if it is hard won 

It is still there.

Where we are finished giving

Reserves are there, somewhere

Even if they are  buried deep 

They are still there.

When we seem entirely empty

We reach inside and find more

Because we are born with

A sacred something 

Which will always be there.