Beautiful Pain

There's something rising in me, and stirring all around.
 I wish I had the words for it, but it feels utterly profound.
 I was stuck inside a dark place and felt tormented every day
 Now something is living in me that is melting it away.
 It like God gave me a butterfly that is fluttering inside
 Words are coming from me, that don't feel exactly mine
 I know this will leave me and will once again turn weak
 
 But if it wasn't for the darkness what would we have to seek?
 The pain we have is beautiful, without it we wouldn't learn 
 Faith and hope wouldn't exsist, and we'd never get to yearn
 To feel pain melt away is something so divine.
 It's as if the dirt and tears exsist bloom a flower inside 
 The amount that you suffer can determine how much you know
 And the type of pain we suffer determines how our wisdom grows
 
 Pain is like a woman in labor about to birth a baby
 If it wasn't for her pain, the end wouldn't be as sweet  
 The instant my birth gave mom a new life and relief
 I took a breath that birthed my death and grief
 Magnets have opposites but both seperate and cling
 As she cried tears of happiness, I cried out in pain
 I guess when it comes down to it, it's really all the same
 Life becomes our labor, and death becomes a birth
 Earth is like a womb that morphs into a hurst
 
 Pain is what discovers beauty, then beauty finds the pain
 Though I say it's beautiful, it's something that I hate.
 I guess everything has an evil twin who they want to flee
 But they get lonely without the other, so they always cling
 I am starting to think life is one big bi-polar fight
 But without one the other can't be defined