You Have a Secret

When tired bones trip on pavement,

Your mind is there to catch you,

But what makes you stop

To find the stars between the street lamps?

 

When you are lost in the alleyway,

Your mind is there to guide you,

But what makes you stop

To find the homeless who cower in the corners?

 

When the dreams shatter on the street,

Your mind is there to hide you,

But what makes you stop

To recover the shards of light that cut your hands?

 

And when the time comes,

When the hatred challenges you,

And the people tie you up,

What makes you sing?

 

When hardships stomp your toes,

When chains adorn your flesh,

When you discover that you are dead,

What brings you to life?

 

What is it that you hide?

What love do you bury?

What emotion do you trap?

What light do you shutter?

 

You have a secret of wonder,

Whisper it.

And then you will hear it.

 

You have a candle of hope,

Light it.

And then you will see it.

 

You have a word of truth,

Speak it.

And then you will know it.

 

And you have a gift of love,

Let it be free,

And then you will live it.

The End

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