No, you can't have my joy.

You can't have my joy.

Not even if you don't believe in me.

Not even if you think I'm flaky. 

Not even if you think I've failed.

Not even if you think I'm crazy.

Nope. You can't have it.

You can't have my joy.

It was won through crawling beneath suppressing fire.

It was won through ripping scar tissue straight from the bone.

It was won through watching shovel after shovel of dirt bury me alive.

It was won through succumbing to the water pummeling my nostrils.

It was won through erosion.

Nope. You can't have it.

You can't have my joy.

my fuel my light my reason my breath my anguish my love my tenderness my compassion my muse my passion my velvet my gold my touch my chalice my sass my tears my lover my me

Nope. You can't have it.