Glory be for a beautiful harmony
That fills you in a place that didn't before exist.
The power that it holds is
As the strength of our star
That sinks warmth in our skin,
Or the sight of lightning from a far off.
The pulse of the tone makes the heart stop it's beat,
And no breath do we take--
For the notes linger, long in dissonant ways.
But, when the beauty beheld by resolution envelops us,
There is a need to gasp
As if the lungs have been
Held deep down in warm water,
Or you've stopped all your crying
And you long for a breath of undespaired air.
All containment is opened to let
A divine light show through, and
We squint for being in dark for so long.
Glory be for a beautiful harmony
That gives the gift of freedom
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