The difficulties of my story Despite discomforts, despite myself, I I reaffirm my endless devotion To the belief that We're all of value, we're all of virtue And so inclined we fill up our cups and toast to each other And though I listen to the arguments That most divergent systems employ to
Debilitate us, delineate us, Repackage our words, demystify us, I unceasingly affirm my love can Cannot be measured, cannot be altered. I know, I know it, I do affirm it With overzealous obscurantism With every word and With every gesture I must express it I can't define it But all the same I know I can describe it
(I walk o'er bridges and see the river A marble statue the sun has weather'd The stubbornness of the overgrowth and The old memorials covered in snow We've written the way the universe will go A righteous white horse, a man with a bow A sharpened bit of the mistletoe Scissors of fate or the fire of Surtur Though we're divided, the force of nature Will put us all in the ground together)
This morning I must get up To see the world around me. Right away, what I forgot In seeing ourselves as words upon a paper
The sun is up My arms are wide I am a good man I am yours