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• Artiste: Busy World (The)
• Titre: Rejoice
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and I have not yet arrived. I may deceive myself,but I still taste blood when I swallow,but you say, "My love, my child, dry your eyes. Don't you know that what I start I will see through, see right through you, and that scares you." You see right through me. "That shouldn't scare you." My face to the ground as I shuffle my unlaced shoe, and push my hands into my pockets so hard against the lining that they threaten to break through. Heavy breathing marks the minutes keeping perfect 4/4 time. I follow cracks in the pavement back to my apartment, such straight lines...what time is it? How many ways is there to count the moon? and I have not yet arrived. I've been trying so hard to tell you that I'm dying, but I've been having a hard time explaining without lying. I had barely left the yard, but I doubled back on broken track. Either I was weak or you were too hard a master. "Faster, faster!" I cried, spitting selfishness and lies. Ten shovelfuls of dirt, and I sat and waited your return. When my legs are broken, when my wings are pinned, and blood stains the bedsheets where I tried to cut them free. I bleed, and I bleed, and I bleed. If it's the kindness of God that moves men to repentance, then I've got some penance that's long overdue. You've been nothing but faithful while I've been unable to consistently follow through. I choose; but do I choose? and yet you refuse to lose me. Rejoice. With heads down and hands high, with one voice, with one cry creation joins you, unite; sing down the stars light. Rejoice, oh my soul, and all that is within me sings.