I raise my glass
To the clouds that must surely pass
And to my past,
A flag raised half-mast
I raise my glass
To the young lass
Tucked safely away
Wherever my heart may lay
I raise my glass
To the love I amass
Saving me still,
Filling my will
I raise my glass
To life's never-ending impasse
For without it, life's a bore,
Without it, how can we strive for more?
