Maybe it's like a magic spell
and we can't use it very well.
Maybe it's the deepest sorrow
when a good friend dies tomorrow.
Maybe it makes us marching on
and in bad times it makes us strong.
Maybe it's the sparkle in the eyes
of kids in the holy Christmas nights.
Maybe it's the breath that's caught
with every move she makes in your thought.
Maybe it's just a word.
Then you needn't be hurt.