Let me tell you about the day, dear friends
In which the world continued to turn

I know, I know,
It surprised me too
How could the sun continue to rise and fall
Without its greatest subject to shine on?

How can the earth remember to turn
When the sky has splintered and fallen
Spearing us all?
Leaving one lost, lonely little boy

Who had always defined himself
By other people
And this God on Earth
Being of Light and Mercy

Was all he wished to grow up to be
The avenging angel, the gentle hand
Or the gentle whisper
“Is that really a good idea”

Would never be heard of again
But the world would continue to turn
The sky would rain in reverse and
Eventually, piece itself back together

The lavender lost their luster, that day
In mourning, of the sunshine
No one believed would come the next day
But the world would continue to turn

And a lost, lonely little boy
Would learn to stand outside of the shadows
When no one believed his legs could even hold him up
His world shattered, and then reformed again

Let me tell you about the day, dear friends
In which the world continued to turn