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

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

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

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

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

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