The small thoughts are what counts the most

The strength to endure so much love

And the will to see, and behold what will be

The power to behold and believe

The storms never die, though stop for a while

The darkness never leaves, but light makes it shadow

Despair always lingers, though hope overpowers it

And the mourning never stops, for the living

The air now is fresh, the flowers now bloom

The evil is gone, hopefully not to return

But the wounds never heal, just as love is immortal

And all I fear is the fall