Write when your heart is heavy
Love when your soul is deep
Pray when your faith is weak
Laugh when your enthusiasm leak

For we are just walking through
Behind that deep forest of darkness lays the gift
Toil, cry, be humiliated and be daft
For gold is burnt in furnace of fire

Deny not your heart from cursing your birthday
Let your throat dry and tears boil
Let your soul be battered mercilessly
Deny not your heart from cursing God

For we are in this world but not of this world
Behind that forest of darkness lays victory
Lament, wail and amass the insults they are nothing but medallions of joy
For imperfections always breed the perfect gift

Pray for more days of anguish and pain
Have faith in your tribulations
Tattoo more scars on your heart
For that's your way to the ultimate gift