Great Grief
Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired
Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again?
Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing
That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
And I know that it may not be enough
To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace
That doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
In communion with an assembly who can relate
Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
There is catharsis to be found
In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
So celebrate with me
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment for all our weaknesses
Be jubilant in our undoing
Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again?
Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing
That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
And I know that it may not be enough
To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace
That doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
In communion with an assembly who can relate
Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
There is catharsis to be found
In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
So celebrate with me
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment for all our weaknesses
Be jubilant in our undoing
Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Jeffrey Weaver, Adam Paul Smith, Liam Kane Torrance, Toby James Evans, Maximillian Carnegie Nicolai
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