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All the untold secrets of the world I'm told
Through whispers on winds
And sparks that glow
And yet what do I know?
It renders me no less human or fallible
It makes no difference in much of what we call 'living'
It helps me not at all in loving and forgiving
Should I tell you of your fate;
or let you discover your own?
Should I hold your hand;
or let you discover I have flown?
It makes no real sense
It's not a gift but a tragedy
No ssmooth edges just jaggedy
Should I sit and watch helplessly as you discover why?
Or should I warn you of that light in the sky?
It makes no sense
But I have one thing to give
With all my heart
It is your wellness
Our purpose for crossing paths