This is a song I wrote, um, a few years ago.Well, it's not that one, it's another one. I hope you can adjust.It's another one.It's called Blessed Are.Blessed are the one-way ticket holdersOn a one-way streetBlessed are the midnight ridersFor in the shadow of God they sleepBlessed are the huddled hikersStaring out at falling rainWondering at the retributionAnd their personal acquaintance with painBlessed are the blood relationsOf the young ones who have diedWho had not the time or patienceTo carry on this earthly rideRain will come and winds will blowWild deer die in the mountain snowBirds will bleed at heaven's wallWhat comes to one must come to us allYou and I are one-way ticket holdersOn a one-way streetWhich lies across a golden valleyWhere the waters of joy and hope run deepSo if you pass the parents weepingOf the young ones who have diedTake them to your warmth and keepingFor blessed are the tears they've criedAnd many were the years they triedTake them to that valley wideAnd let their souls be pacified