Sweet William

There is a bitterness in you;
your laugh sounds a hard irony,
in your eyes lurk a hidden darkness.

What is feeding that dark secret?
That secret that shadows your presence...

You say that your home is where your heart is.
Somewhere other than here...
Don't you know that your heart is within you?

Have you forgotten so easily who you really are?
You are only lost to yourself, my son.
I await your return.