For the lessons we have learned and the bridges we have burned, For the things we have suffered and the wounds we have covered, for he angers and the tears we have hid a hundred years, I give thee understanding.
For the loss and broken dreams, for the blood and silent screams for the torture and the pain so well hidden by the rain, For the screaming endless fights and the dark and dreary nights,
I give thee friendship, I give thee hope, a place to stay and another way to cope.
For the endless ways of death and the times to hold you breath, for all the things you dread and all the things steel, for all the things they have done and the times you've had to run, I give thee peace, I give thee love, I give thee back thy dove.
For all the times you've knelt and the cards that you've been dealt, For the secrets that you keep and the roots you have to reap, for the danger of your past and the nothing that wont last, For the numbness that you know and the distantness that you show, I give thee strength , I give thee might so that thee may still fight.
For every blow you take and every heartbreak, for each love that left and each load you heft, For everything you've had to stake and everything you've had to shake for when the day is done and nothing has been won, I give you everything I have to give for together in this we live.
For the times we have to stare because of the things we share, For the world within our reach robs us of our speech, ~Now The Day Is Done, What Have We Begun?? ~
Charley Ann Bucklaew