safely in strong arms i lie now torn the flags but still they fly now memories of the cold decembers trampled roses cloves and embers gone the shadows deep divisions that trade on hopes with steep conditions after every sorrow comes a joy but every sorrow knows one more theives are cornered smoking lanterns swing threadbare shoulders rolling under wings sliding from her arms conforming darkest eyes to brightest morning stealing back through woods and ditches pulling out the crooked stitches after every sorrow comes a joy but every thief he knows one more i envy the sky its open arms its hidden eye its howling false alarms the way it moves above you trembling the day it breaks to pull you in then curtain of its heart descending spiriting the sun its ending after every sorrow comes a joy but every howl hides one more this may challenge all our senses hold us tight within its fences but singing out her gate stands open for all the world so weak and broken a story giving all a framing a face that waits but for a naming after every sorrow comes a joy and every story knows one more