The purest diamond,
the cleanest water,
the sweetest sugar, the warmest weather
but I insist on wearing a sweater,
thirsting for something bitter.
Love is all around, yet I’m
sealed in my sadness
Knowledge’s fruit tastes so sweet, so right,
then briskly becomes bitter.
Love is just too large, too clean, too perfect
for me to understand.

Heavy, painful, filthy feels
fashionable in this life…
Despite my comfort in it,
Love looks at me with His kind eyes,
lifts me out and makes me bright.

We always have a reason, an excuse;
it’s easy to be unclean.
But when it makes me sick,
but when it starts to hurt,

Love comes from the light, to which I’ve turned my back,
mends my heart and makes me right.
Love comes from the light, mends my heart and gives me life.