On Tears of Joy
A moment pure, beyond control, When love breaks open the quiet soul. A trembling laugh, a whispered name, A spark inside becomes a flame.
In triumph’s hush, in healing's grace, They wash the sorrow from the face. As hope returns with softened voice, These tears become a song, a choice.
For joy is deep, and joy is true, When felt in all we’ve journeyed through. And every tear that finds its flight Is made of gold in morning light.
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