See all the candles, the flickering flames
Together they speak from the top of the cake.
Each has a story it's needing to tell;
The years of a life, hidden and veiled.
It is not a secret trying to hide,
A mystery concealed in deception and lies.
It's all contradiction, simple and plain,
That illogical logic can not explain.
When it comes to the truth, few care to hear,
How to find joy, avoid heartache and fear.
Sternly resisting , at the peril of fame
They walk a lone path and endure a lone pain.
Now in the ebb of gray headed years,
Finally we listen, finally we hear.
Copyright 2002 by Layne S. Porter
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