What can grow under the snow?
I don't know – it's so unknown
The seeds that need the sun that shone
Upon the globe so long
The embryo may not be frozen
Swollen belly tells me so
Though it's unspoken as we float
The whole boat knows the ocean's cold
The whole boat knows the ocean's cold
But that she blows, so here we go
I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep
I walk the streets and count the sheep
These dreams of freedom, property on Easy Street
Illusory at best
At worst, it's lunacy
And I'm no fan of fantasy
But when I tried to beat the heat
The heat beat me repeatedly
The heat beat me repeatedly
And if we meet
You'll see through me immediately
"Even thee?"
Yes, even me
But if you close the open door
It won't be opened like before
But what's in store behind the door?
Pain and rainy days galore
War and torture, to be sure
All of this, but also more
Love in all its forms
Gloria de amor
Honestly, I've all I need
Community to offer me
My share of solidarity
A caring family's sympathy
Groceries for the whole week
But so completely through with beef
And I have friends to give me glee
So I need God to give me grief
The G-O-D to give me grief
It's needed for the recipe
So God, come on, and give me grief
(Give it to me) Immediately
(Give it to me) Repeatedly
(Give it to me) Unceasingly
We need to grieve
R.I.P
