In the dark night time
When eyes are surgical shut
Like a stitched closed cut
Drink this elixir,
This verbal all-in-one fixer,
Made from a mental mixer.
Composed "not too light,
Not too thick sir".
Delivered just right
While dawns clouds grow light
Cures the physically sick
When surrounded by pain.
A foggy complex brain
Now views simple and plain
Through it all, together they stick
No remedy for the affliction
Their love without restriction
Except that one and one make two
And no matter the distance
The opposition or resistance
Their hearts were always true.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
