When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
When I consider how my light is spent,
I put my heart and my mind on the table
Tasting the flavor of His darkest materials
Despite the horrors of this world,
I feel grateful when I step on a blade of grass
Oh, that's what I've always called 'success'
My source has always been pain
My will to live burns fast
My armor is made of flesh
I resist madness, I meet resistance
I resist my dreams, but they are persistent
Oh, that's how skies start to crack
I make a song, to guarantee
That life can be less bittersweet
There are flames in the palm trees
Scorched by the sun, oh, I’m on my knees
My vision is burned, I cannot see
Please, remind me to look up,
Somehow, I’m still right here
When I consider how my life is spent,
Down to earth, and lacking material things
I seem to belong to another world, ethereal
Looking for a spot right in the middle
But your self-esteem seems so brittle
Does God expect work from someone who has been given so little?
Hidden in the shadows, creating characters
Can you solve that riddle?
So I sing a song, to guarantee
That life can be less bittersweet
There are flames in the palm trees,
Scorched by the sun, oh, I’m on my knees
I have strength, but I'm about to bleed
My vision is burned, I can't see properly
To look up while I’m still here
You wouldn't want to walk through this world the way I've walked through this world
You wouldn’t want to see this world through the storms I’ve endured
Born on the anniversary of the world's birth
Measure the spirit for all it is worth
Thrones rule, and I endorse
Screaming silently, I got hoarse
The void may be hungry, it wants dearth
I've witnessed the horrors of this world
I went down to the pillars that support this world
Yes, I do think celestial,
but I keep walking firmly on earth
"Sleep properly and go for walks"
"Talk the way angels usually talk"
"The size of a man and the size of a star"
Yes, disappointment is sharp
But dreams only emerge in the dark
Sometimes black, sometimes green
Sometimes in a darker shade of blue
But if the dream is real and if you don't abandon it, it cannot abandon you
I made this song, to guarantee
That life can become less bittersweet
Grows once every forty years
And I remain kneeling as they appear
My life is a blur, born with a disease
Please, remind me to be me
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So I speak in a lower tone, to guarantee
That my words will stay with me
I wrote this song, a sympathy
To ensure that life can be less bittersweet
Luxurious mansions, the cypress trees
And I dwell too much on poverty
So please, remind me how to live
Please, remind me how to be me
To look up, while I still can see
It is when I consider where my light is spent
That I find myself within
"The Earth and the Milkway and Moon"
1918, Library of Congress
2087
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