Someone

Someone tell her the secret that blows in my breath
That I hold in my eyes, in my heart, in my chest;
That lingers behind every word that I speak
And peeking hides, shy to be seen.

Someone tell her the story my lips will not tell
Trembling lips scared to yell.

Brave hearts, strong hearts, cast under spells,
Hearts that stand and hearts that fell,
March on, march on, with a tale to tell
While mine still floats in a wishing well.

Copyright © 2005 Prabhath Avadhanula