Oh, bless me, am I going silent now?   Oh, have I overnight been emptied?   If I could call these thoughts to come, to stand on this paper   I could read what I mean, may I? May I?      Oh, bless me, now I seem to come apart, to sink   Inside this overwhelming, what can I do?   What have I made of all of these new days?   And forgive my despair      Where is color this hour? Where is music this hour?   Are they still going on somewhere?   But where now, in this hush?   Where are words in this hush? And what am I?      Oh, bless us for we give our hearts to fear   For so we give our minds to worry.   If I could brush this sorrow dust from off of our faces   And see our joy again, may I? May I?      Oh, let us make a joyful noise resound   Oh, let us make a noise and hear it