Strength isn’t a burden if you don’t think about it too much
Knowing who you are is the feather you possess
The lightness of a heart that is true and a mind that is open
Is the way up when the world makes you feel less

There’s not a day goes by that someone isn’t feeling weak
Taking our turn we pass along each other’s duress
We watch birds in a square from windows we cannot open
It seems someone won’t let us change our address

For once I’d like a conch to listen as intently as we do it
Would the hollow shores recede as we confess?
As I walk in a dark room thinking of what I cannot change
I finally realized it’s your turn for happiness