The Good, now gathered
In trying, and distress
To cope, to help
In the strain of this wake
I pray that this morn
Will find legions of fellowship
Fathomless depths of heart
And millions of shoulders
To extend compassion for those
Who are grieving this day
May our good...be gathered again
And take it's rightful place
In the mornings to come
Even if this world
Will never be the same.