It is what it is, they say with a sigh,
No sense in asking the how or the why.
Life takes its course, and time will unfold,
Stories of joy, and moments untold.

It is what it is, as the days drift away,
Some battles we fight, some prices we pay.
But in the stillness, in the quiet night,
We find our peace, and we hold on tight.

It is what it is, the ebb and the flow,
The highs and the lows, the things we don’t know.
Yet through it all, we find strength within,
For every ending begins again.

It is what it is, and that’s how it goes,
Through seasons of loss, and when love grows.
We rise, we fall, and then we stand,
With faith in heart and hope in hand.

Created by
MarkWaldrop