The violet lining of a thunder cloud The smell of it as the rain pours down It gathers bits of brokeness Shards of glass, leaves and sticks Like a ringing bell like a jewelled fist Like souls i know and what they confess There's a beauty in this While crying for better i've been spared the worst Never dealt with more than existential thirst A one up, a pot shot, a gimme gimme all you've got How can i be shocked when the shark bites I've been swimming with steak in my pockets all my life People kill each other i can understand it Just spend 3 hours stuck in a mall or traffic Neurotics getting worshipped while the heroes work the fields The shadow of the glamour trumps the magic of the real Oh it's getting murky down here Where is the beauty? That was just a question and this is just a song In a big old world full of folks done wrong Brave hopes, big dreams and failed attempts But sometimes a promise does get kept And there is beauty in this Absolute beauty