It can make us ruder.

Many happenings untold, can leave
Life bitter and cold.
Reality can create a new and awanted

Fate..
But look away, let coldness go 
Astray..

Hold strong, light lingers long, we 
Dance to the power of the Epic song. 
All in action is in choice, listen to that
Inner voice.
Take time to see, the illusion, when illness
Makes it's intrusion..

I'm not what has happened, when discord
Comes a tappen...
There is Clearity in the open mind,
stand watchful..
Peaceful and kind....
In the darkest, coldest hour
Salvation begins to flower..
There is comfort in A Greater
Power...