In a child's eye
In a subtle smile
In a cry of an old man humbly praying
And in a hall with the smell of an asylum
In a kind of kiss
in an unknown thought
in a cup of tea and a good rest
You will find out
You will see
In an innocent face
In a too attentive gesture
In a pointless day that passes too slowly
In the hard-working hands and tiredness of an absent father
in a falling star
in a wound that hurts
in narrow shoulders and wonder
You will find out
You will see
in a shard of glass
in a futile escape
in separation and in the game dirty
in the silence and in the voice that asks
and in the hand that holds a newspaper
in a moment of haste
in the blind world
in the mouth that wants to drink
You will find out
You will see
in ashes
everything is shrouded in smoke you try to hide anyway it's too late to do it don't ?...
You would find out and you would know and you would see
You would hear and you would touch and- you'll believe
You'll scream your wonderment
It will be yours.

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