Grief's Talk1 min 13 1 min 13
I sit with grief and hear it say,
Twin though I'm of Joy
Yet not received with the same gay.
You say Joy makes your day
And I make your life hayway.
I sit with grief and hear it say
Why does joy get all the praise
And here in the dust alone, I lay.
Joy never teaches you to raise
And nor does he remind you to pray.
I'm being neglected and even slayed
Yet I always lead you to divine hold
Joy never allows you to be what you are
And I help you dive into yourself deeper.
Joy blindfolds you so tight
But I'm the one who shows you what is right
Twin brothers are though we both
Different are our roads and oath.