the secret is-you already have.

steal for me some of this courage

that you seem to carry with you

like sound

something commonplace

and still i spend my days afraid

i stand in places i have always stood

and when i walk i don't look up

from this sidewalk that i know

through the soles of my shoes

while i hold my name like a secret

taste on the tip of my tongue all day

and it never sounds sweeter

than when you sing it out

across the crowds like the whole world should know

who i am and that i am yours

for my birthday you gave me a set of wings

and told me next windy day

we will fly

thank you.