Broken hearted and sad, I walk upright;
A dumb ape in a world of dumb apes,
A log in the waves.

Knowing sorrow is beside, I walk upright.
"Oh crown of light!" I sometimes say,
"I know you're grand,
But I must not forget my wife,
So I hold her hand"

Log in the waves:
Effortless through oceans squalls,
And we know storms are relentless,
So so are we. We will know not to leave.

Sadness, my wife,
and I are honest with each other
And in mornings,
I reach my hand under the quilt where she hides
To tickle her feet and at my touch,
She always cracks a smile