A saint that is a sinner;
An artist without a muse;
Both searching for something…
through a path that they choose.

The poet without any words;
The blind man that can see;
Who know’s the end result…
of life’s little ironies?

The beggar that drives a Porche;
The songstress that has no voice;
Some choose their own paths…
while others have very little choice.

Sunlight during a brutal storm;
A soldier fighting for peace;
It is only when life ends…
do these little ironies cease.