It was in the losing

That I found things

 

When I lost myself

I truly found Me

 

Not everything we lose

Is a loss to grieve

 

Not everyone who goes

Brings upon us misery

 

Nothing is ours

Not our soul nor life

 

What we have

All are gifts from God

 

Not every tear we shed

Is a sign of sorrow within

 

Not every blood that falls

Is a great loss to humanity