The birds sing a different song in the sun than they do in the rain
it's just not the same.
Flying high on a word and a prayer
they brace themselves against the cold air.
Still they sound a song
with the rain in their wings.
I cried about you the other day
because you don't see yourself in the right way.
Just like Joseph locked beneath the ground
saw his ray of light upon a dream sound
Then suddenly
he was freer than he'd ever hoped to be.
He was stunningly, astoundingly free.
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