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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