Oh! Bitter sweet life,
thy stinger impels me...

While scanning photographs of days gone by
you appear, a dazzling star...

God is the artist not the critic,
the creator and not the judge...

I watched as love was snagged
and drawn from the sky...

Twilight falls when it is all said,
and what is due falls on your head...

I saw it all with my own eyes,
high in the Smokies under rumbling skies...