THe Well Hidden Why

Light's ligaments stitched
What could be worth all of this
Except paradise?

THe well hidden why
For man wants one of a kind
Dissimilarly

A sudden valley
Forms between same and perfect
Sword and promised land

I seek my daughter
Family chosen and forged
In heavy hardship

So we trade places
That high hopes hope higher still
I am born again

Though same flesh and blood
Now sensing these hidden things
In foreign light seen

Like a penny flipped
The why eclipsing for love
Exact how unknown

Politely parceled
A thousand generations
Each a secret shared 

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