Anthem
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
This earth is my sister: I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am, how we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: we are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her.