A couple lines from Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.” I heard it recently from a friend and teacher. With several versions during Cohen’s long career and recordings by some 50 artists, the lyrics seem to vary slightly each time.
It’s not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light
No, it’s a cold, and it’s a very broken Hallelujah
…There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah