IT GETS BETTER

When the tortoise betters your steps
And the desert flows than your pipes
When the tares overgrow your corn
And your corn, a feed for the rats
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

When the sun dims your day
And the moon over shines your sleep
When the stars neglect your skies
And the shooting ones take a still
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

When your tears overlook your plight
And your joy saddens the multitude
When your presence brings the game to an end
And you feel like just letting go
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

And when it gets better
Take a look back at all those years
And bless them all that cursed you
Embrace all that neglected you
Help lift those that prayed your fall
And never regret what befell you.