Inspired by "The Fools Who Dream" from La la Land
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Freezing river.
Flicker and flame.
Her life was about feeling in extremes.
Feeling everything
Or nothing at all.
Skies with no ceilings.
Despair with no floor.
Can you have one without the other?
Can you have art without the embers?
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She said a bit of madness is key
So I looked through her kaleidoscope
For the new colors I could see.
The colors gave me hope
That my madness had meaning.
I held on tightly to the refrain:
"Forget your perfect offering,
There's a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in."
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It shines through our weakness
And that's why they need us,
The painters, the poets.
The cracked and the broken.
Vessels of light
In our imperfection.
And for the teenage girl trying-
to be understood,
to capture a feeling,
to figure out if her imperfect self
Is worth anything-
That message is powerful.
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But what happens
When we start to glorify the crack?
To celebrate brokenness
Rather than the light that's supposed to pierce it?
Romanticizing rubble,
Finding glory in shame.
Freezing in the river,
The flicker and flame.
Forgetting His perfect offering.
I've lived there too long,
Loving darkness and hating light
Thinking pain is beautiful-
That I'm only worth living if I hate my life.
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Our cracks are not the hero here.
The light is, and it's the light we fear.
We know we're broken
And we want to hold on to it.
Believing I’m beautiful
Because I’m imperfect.
Because that’s easier.
Darkness is the absense of light.
But now the light is here.
“There’s a crack, a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
But He didn't come in
To leave us like this.
-
Freezing river.
Flicker and flame.
Her life was about feeling in extremes.
Feeling everything
Or nothing at all.
Skies with no ceilings.
Despair with no floor.
Can you have one without the other?
Can you have art without the embers?
-
She said a bit of madness is key
So I looked through her kaleidoscope
For the new colors I could see.
The colors gave me hope
That my madness had meaning.
I held on tightly to the refrain:
"Forget your perfect offering,
There's a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in."
-
It shines through our weakness
And that's why they need us,
The painters, the poets.
The cracked and the broken.
Vessels of light
In our imperfection.
And for the teenage girl trying-
to be understood,
to capture a feeling,
to figure out if her imperfect self
Is worth anything-
That message is powerful.
-
But what happens
When we start to glorify the crack?
To celebrate brokenness
Rather than the light that's supposed to pierce it?
Romanticizing rubble,
Finding glory in shame.
Freezing in the river,
The flicker and flame.
Forgetting His perfect offering.
I've lived there too long,
Loving darkness and hating light
Thinking pain is beautiful-
That I'm only worth living if I hate my life.
-
Our cracks are not the hero here.
The light is, and it's the light we fear.
We know we're broken
And we want to hold on to it.
Believing I’m beautiful
Because I’m imperfect.
Because that’s easier.
Darkness is the absense of light.
But now the light is here.
“There’s a crack, a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
But He didn't come in
To leave us like this.
