A SECRET PLACE

If Shakespeare had it not he never writ;
Nor did he even live;
If this be error and upon me proved;
No man ever loved.

Ghost towns be terror not to man;
Paradise be not a mistery place;
For tis' a place my friends;
A secret weapon every man ever had.

Whitehaven beach, forbid; may die;
And if beauty be seen with an eye;
And if money be cause of all sins;
All us be blind, for no man ever seen.

Tis' a place my dear friends;
A place of beauty and root of all evil;
Tis' a place, a place named HEART;
Our Father made; but he made and hid.