i keep these in my secret heart,
the four beliefs of mine:
love keeps us tethered to the soul
with hopeful bits of twine
that truth is a ubiquity
that few have eyes to see
there unity in differences
within humanity
and finally that, though may we scheme
and try to live our plan
the best that we can ever do
is do the best
we can
I know a place, it’s a wonderful place
Where there’s always more room to explore –
Where lies are not told and all children are loved,
And venturesome heroes still soar
For dark grows the shadow where men have long lived,
Where all hope is ground into dust –
Then cold and abandoned, we wander astray,
And only look up when we must
But there is a place, it’s a wonderful place
Where the shadow is shamed by the light;
For there is a real place where heroes still soar
And people still honor what’s right
