Joy, Pt. 2

Remember your heart: it is a weapon

So place it on its stand and break the jar that it’s kept in

You can’t hold onto light, but we can keep a fire burning

And in the belly of the night, the wheel keeps on turning

From heartache to laughter, December to May

Grace staring back at you, her eyes pale and grey

Her tiny hand round your finger, with strength you can’t comprehend

All of the forces in motion turning again (and again and again)

Mama, can you tell me that everything returns to JOY?

Abba, if you hear me, let everything return to JOY

To JOY

To JOY

To JOY