There is light on the paper
Shostakovich on the stereo
I should be sad
It has been a sad day
There is sadness today
To many corners
Yet I have a warmth, a calm
Whose residence I honour
Without the doubt of question
If crying gives you peace
I see no shame in you crying
If hope means bended knees
I say fair game to you sighing
That I might share light on paper
Play music on a portable stereo
We could be sad
Make it a sadder day
Where we visit
All those sad corners
There to seek out warmth, find calm
Whose residence we both might honour
Without doubt to celebrate reconciliation
