Whatever Happens?

Whatever happens? Happens because it happens to be what happens Life takes on many patterns, patterns come, and patterns-go And patterns drift on, changing therefore like the melting snow, Opening chasms for new life to show, for new life to grow, Where crimson sunsets steal the show and anxious hearts Begin to nurture the propagandist's message we'll all come to foster That there is meaning to all this nonsensical-bluster That even if we're combatants in some holocaust disaster We're still brothers and sisters, Who needs and requires a modicum-of-looking-after Here and now and in the hereafter.