The Sacred Heart by Bob MacKenzie for Eric Beings dark and evil have spirited you to some secret place, but they still have not torn you from your place in my heart. They have finally wrested you from us by deceit and by lies, and by lies they would steal away all your heart and soul. Inquisitors have been assigned to rip out your innocent heart, black guardians to capture your soul as it flees the wound. In the dark of night they have removed you to a prison, and in the light of day they have asked you to call it home. They devise a subtle disguise to hide their black souls from you, and they appear to you as ancestors gently watching you by night. Be strong, my son, and keep your heart and soul to yourself; beware the grandfatherly stranger and hold out your hand to me. The search for you is a journey of the spirit that I must endure, and the shining soul in the lamp of your heart shall be my light. Hold out your hand to me and I will come through all darkness, I will come to take your hand and bring you safely home again. |