It's always worth it.

How easy would it have been,
To remain embracing weak.
To turn away and embody meek,
To simply stay and say;
"Tomorrow is another day."
Would I have then,
Seen this nights scenes,
The moonlight sheen shiver on the rivers back,
Or have touched the gentled rain?
Would I have then,
Seen the stars emerge between the dealth of clouds,
Or the flitting moonbow arc upon the night behind?
Would I have then,
Found rest as I now do?
Back in warmth with the touch of night still fresh,
Back in warmth,
With the touch of night,
Still fresh.