As sometimes happens   A moment hovered and remained for much more than a moment   And time stopped   And movement stopped for much more than a moment      Underneath the weight of everything   We're turning black coal into diamonds   And we're sifting through the remains and picking up the pearls when we find them      Now I'm drawing lines to form fish in the sand   If they find you out, they'll hang you upside-down   With sharpened spikes to form-fit through your hand   Twisted thorns for a crown      And now the happy-ever-after is still a ways away   Have patience   When the Good News took root    All the other just became outside of interference      Rumor has it the skeptics are restless   Be sure to tip your hat when you go by