Within the glass heart of man,
Lies a Secret unbeknownst to himself.
It rides on the back of carrion crows,
And rests on the frail strings of a violin.

Found in the generosity we provide to friends,
And the sorrows we share with enemies.
The death of an angel,
And the birth of a demon.

Carried by Gale Maidens,
It floats upon a cool Spring breeze.
Ringing the soft chimes of hope.

The Secret of Life.
Of Happiness.
Of Love.
Of Truth.

Whispered upon the waves of an ocean,
Drifting beyond the stars,
Into the vast unknown of the human soul.