When the music around me is broken,
When glib prayers flee,
And what is left is silence, forsaken;
When you cannot see beyond today,
When the road stretches,
And you think I don't hear what you say;
When pain is too thick for weeping,
When the knife twists,
And there's only strength for falling;
When you've finished clinging to ashes,
Or crying over toys,
When you look up from your willfulness;
I've broken a thing I cannot mend.
Now nothing works,
Will it be alright in the end?
Listen to thy foolishness!
It will be perfect.
Remember to whom thou speakest.