What once was bleak
Has turned out to be a shimmer of hope, a faint glimmer of light

There isnt much to hope on but just enough to not let go.
The falling outs hardly lead to sorrow
The quarrels hardly lead to pain.

We grin upon the clock as it ticks forward in merry
Trying to be merrier than thee
Merry is the couple who lives a lifetime in a second
The second that they earne after a lifetime of wait.

Blessed is the same clock that slows down its tick
Feelin’ merry seeing the swans kiss.