Suddenly he comes from out of nowhere Causing loss, it seems, beyond repair Mission done, he does not tarry He comes to court and not t marry. Riding high on storm, tide and weather Old man trouble can see farther and better Than can these eyes of yours and mine So perhaps he’s a friend of mine and thine. A balance wheel or perhaps a brake That’s used for all of humanity's sake Should we have neither grief nor woe Always be free to come and idly go. Would that bigger, better people make Or would we then quickly forsake Some things that tend to make use great Like building homes and curbing hate? Some are living in the path of a storm Others elsewhere are just as forlorn There must be both sunshine and rain There can be no life without some pain.