There's an end to go with

Every beginning.

And despair that shows in

All our hope.

There's a weed that grows

For every flower.

And a drop to follow

Every rise.

A sheer cliff when

You least expect it.

And some that stand

Safe on the top.

Then there's those

Who

let

themselves

fall

To find the treasure

At the bottom.

And the treasure

is

the pain.