The pain in my body br Is pulsating - br Screaming! br Alarming! br br And yet I have br to go out and feast br I must shallow the palliatives br from songs, art, prayer and dance br I must lock my pain br In the box of oblivion br Until the day is done. br br Let me beautify all around me br With my smiles and laughter br Let me fully feast and celebrate br With friends and loved ones br Till the day is done. br br And when the day is done, br Let me listen to the murmurs br And tortures of my bodily pain br And let me swing my cradle br With the wings of joy br Gleaned from the life br of merry field feasts.