What right do I have to bask?
On this fateful day
Where tragedy unfolds
For most

As I wade
In their timeless squalor
My world runs warm
Prosperous, jubilant and full

What right do I have to despair?
On this rose-colored plain
So young and forgiving

None
For liveliness chimes on end
From each towering peak
From each beautiful
Juvenile low I meet