Secret Heart ~ Philip Brent

Where do you think you’ll find your own secret heart
The heart which speak to the secret heart of the world
What pushes us away from the center, keeps us apart
Which fear, hatred bigots us, around our heart curled

Are we somehow kept too busy to even take one look
To find that secret place inside us, the sheltered nook
And if we don’t find our heart, will we disappear, die
Would we be aware, might we ask the question why

Have we waited so long the world’s heart died as well
Look around at all our strife and the story it does tell
Have we left it too long, so nothing to be done or said
Will we find our secret heart, after the patient’s dead