oh we rejoice to the hatred of disciples of man to the dangers of love and to the dirt of the land to the bitter ends of good good friendships to the burning of our hands
for there is life after fire and there is birth after death there is good in us all for there is evil so let us delight in the balance let us rest in the beauty of our being
oh when the chaos of storms break foundations of homes there is comfort in lightning in the sting of the cold there is hope in the sound of the thunder in the rising of the shore
and when the clouds are defeated by the warmth of the sun we will long for the struggles of the battles we've won for the taste of our joy is greater in the memories of loss