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