The Light of a Secret Sun

No one knows anything,

not even what’s in our own hearts.

Our dreams and destructions watered

and grown by the light of a secret sun.

God doesn’t tell me what he tells you,

but I will follow what I hear in my secret heart,

because I must be true to what I feel imparted,

what comes in the place only He knows.

Out in Kentucky, out in the distant forests,

I leave on my motorbike to ride through the night,

to where I must go, to the struggle I must fight,

and leave you, to what you yourself must do.

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