If I had a daily bliss A somewhat cheerful view A silent grace I could perceive To grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight Instead of wasted from my sight; Loaded beyond the utmost space I'd have one average night I measure every fucker I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if their grief weighs like mine Or has an easier size I wonder if, when these years have piled If the pain will still be as real The early hurt, such a lapse A lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal Will I just go on aching? Through centuries above Exposed by god to a larger pain By contrast with the promise of love They say heaven is packed and that's where we go But I've got one hell of a surprise Your death is but one and came but once And only nailed your eyes And though I may not guess the right kind Correctly, yet to me And the piercing comfort it creates; Passing portions of fiery glee The denotes of the fashions of the cross Of those that stand alone Still fascinated to presume That some has a view like my own