joy

is a living thing

is a swelling beast that swallows us whole

fleetingly

 

is radiant

and winged

she carries us to great heights

 

to be let down once more

and swallowed by our old friend

sorrow

 

oh raise me once more

i beg of you

lift me from this tortured ground

 

let me feel

the wind  the rain  the sun

let me be high above

 

so i can see those

that lie hurting

so that i can see beyond

 

me

 

so that i can send you

to pick up

the down trodden  the broken  beaten

 

to stand on mountains

to raise them to such great heights

that we see each other fully

and you   joy  will increase

and we will remain high above

standing on mountains

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