His truth has a bit of my lies,
My smile has a bit of his cry.
Yes he cried to me one night,
When the sky was dark, lights out of sight.
That night I was acquainted to his fears,
And what I call, His hidden secret tears.
What I now recall is an unsaid night long story,
That lit all our mornings with a bit of me in him,
And… a bit of him in me.
