What is it that this cage holds in?

The source of joy, the nest of sin?

Its chains hold tight never to release,

its retched poison flows never to cease.

But in the stillness of the night

we sometimes feel its warmth and light.

It radiates with truth and grace

and we pray it never dissipates.

For from its core seeps hope and might,

we search for it for it is our right.

Those who know the secret are few,

but we know what we were born to do.

The future we all hope to see

is that secret light finally set free.


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