I Will Sing Your Song

I will sing your song

In moments of your silence

I will hear the tune

When sound fades from the air

I will be buoyant

When floods will not abate

I will be the enemy

The object of any hate

You have lost enough

And I care little if I win

Do not be bereft

All we can be judged upon

Are our arbitrary sins

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015