A heart is not bound by its earthly cage
a brave heart can't be so bound
it strains through the noise of sadness
and in solitude, within and though the crowd
strains to heart this soft sound:
Love
It whistles though the high rafters
and in the lowest most sullen places
it sings through the blowing leaves
within and between word's empty spaces
and doing so hurt and injury it erases
love is within you somewhere; heed it's call
What's untrue is eventually bound to fall
Love's gentle song
Conquers all
Listen with your softest child's heart to its gentle sound
I promise, it is there to be found
© James T. Adair
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