Come What May

It rains in the dusk of summer days,
As the weather, like I, has lost its way.
An April of my life counts its breath,
But I'll still walk come what may.

The robe of one worshiped sways,
Giving away scars that always stay.
The wind raises questions in a wave,
But I'll still pray come what may.

A wrong the river won't wash away,
While I stand silent on its cay.
I'd have floated without my heavy heart,
But I'll still swim come what may.

I hum a song with willed disarray,
And second the life I lead to dismay.
Freed and bound to all echoed sounds,
I'll sing to life come what may.