These tender old, smiling somber eyes
They win, they win
They survived and showed us how they could dance like angels
And as the light came on the glass, so soft
Some suns never set, just earn admonish
They crawl inside to hide away
From aged-old haters, and wink.
Besides, I tried to hide
But I recall the ailing eyes and what that felt like
Cause they were happy, laughing there
Before the daylight, in no pain

But don't allow yourself to make-believe in any kind of virtuous life.
Because each of us is both of them.
One blowing out, one breathing in.