This Human Joy

This is for those who do not sing, but die With all their music still within them And for those mouths which speak with joy of death And journeys planned but never taken This is for those who do not sing, but die With all their music still within them And from those mouths there comes a perfect choir And every sound they make is sacred Oh, there is beauty in that unforeseen future There is beauty in that small diminished voice There is beauty in that unknown This human joy, it is our birthright My dear, grow bold and let's be braver 'Cause in your brain there is a perfect mind And all the world that it created This human joy, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory Oh, there is beauty in that unforeseen future There is beauty in that small diminished voice There is beauty in those long forgotten words There is beauty in that unknown!