I am dust and ash
Carrying the pallor of despair
Lesser light, a tainted reflection of glory
I am not what I was made to be
And my words have sent sons and daughters to the grave
Hearts left to warm the earth in silent ruin
My own strength will fall to nothing
Old sorrow will soon find me here again
But it's sullen thrum will not fracture this shell
The resonance of grief echoes not through these walls
For in this place of stillness, bitterness is yet turned to the sweetest honey
And scars are turned to gold
Beauty is found in failure
Bitter is turned to sweet
Scars are turned to gold
All is made new
Carrying the pallor of despair
Lesser light, a tainted reflection of glory
I am not what I was made to be
And my words have sent sons and daughters to the grave
Hearts left to warm the earth in silent ruin
My own strength will fall to nothing
Old sorrow will soon find me here again
But it's sullen thrum will not fracture this shell
The resonance of grief echoes not through these walls
For in this place of stillness, bitterness is yet turned to the sweetest honey
And scars are turned to gold
Beauty is found in failure
Bitter is turned to sweet
Scars are turned to gold
All is made new