The Old Road to Paradise/Certainties
CERTAINTIES
Whether you live by hut or throne Whether your feet tread stone or grass Comes the one lad you shall never own Or the one lass;
Whether you've pence to spend or gold, Whether you've toil or time to weep, Comes the one pain that may never be told And may never sleep;
Whether you weep or mock in pride, Whether you tell or still deny, Comes the one scar that your heart shall hide Till the day you die!