Love, when things get much worse

Is like butter and warm syrup

There will be a deep moan

And black hole hope

But things will get better

After things get much worse

And climbing great loss

Is the building block of we

And it is a sure thing

A wave we all drink

But jolly for the soul

But jolly jolly for the soul

Like a gravy

Is Knowing that

Things will get better

After things get much worse