Jiya Backup

A voice with which to sing, to prick away the sting, a voice with which to cry, cry out against the sky. A voice to defy harsh passerby, A voice to redeem, to beam across a wavering dream. A voice once lost, now saved A voice not again betrayed.

I saw a bush that was burning but not consumed by flames, I saw a bush that was yearning but not entrapped by names. A burning bush it had become and God spoke from its midst, and though I stuttered in reply, I felt I had been kissed.

I will sing my sorrow a lullaby, I will sing my pain a tune, I will soothe my sorrow with a cry, I will kiss away my wound. And in the deepest dark of sorrow, I feel the drops come pouring down, There is nothing to beg or borrow, It feels like I will not rebound. I will sing my sorrow a lullaby, I will sing my pain a tune, I will soothe my sorrow with a cry, I will kiss away my wound.