Greatest Expectations

Like a light without a voice,
Like a sound without a face,
Like a life without a choice,
Like a heart without a trace.

The bird with a broken song,
Singing so mellifluously
Is the heart without a wrong
Breathing for eternity.

Every thorn has its rose,
Every day has its dog,
For the ones that chose
That light has a song.

by Bee Lovett

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