So many secrets to keep

So many people that weep

I can hear them now

Testifying that they learned how to bow

Not for themselves but for their calling

I wish you could see me, im the one not falling

To your weaknesses

My kisses are to your wounds

And I predict your failure will soon

Be what marks your way

So that you can say

What a marvelous time you’ve had

Enjoying life and every sad story

Will become the brilliant glory

That meets you at the gate

At the hour that you say

Is when you become great


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