To Know Devotion
There is a place you might find,
buried deep in the center—
where your love burns the brightest,
and keeps burning forever.
There are things you may have,
and things you may find,
that light up that space
like no other of its kind.
These things may be dreams,
they may be hopes,
and seeming illusory things,
and the world will tell you,
and show you, and shout at you
to let them go—
that they’ll never come true,
that to hope against hope
is a foolish thing to do.
But every story begins with the Fool,
and if you let your heart guide you,
hopes and dreams can become
a tool,
the very thing you need
to catch fire and bloom.
For nothing exists
that wasn’t first just a dream.
And if you’ve ever known love,
you know hope is the thing.
For what is love without hope?
Because when you really love someone,
you see where they fall short,
and you hope against hope
that one day they’ll see themselves
as you see them—
perfect, and whole.
Oh, I’ve known love.
I’ve known hopes, and I’ve known
dreams,
and I’ve spent my life in devotion
to such frivolous things.
I’ve loved unrequited,
I’ve dreamt with nothing,
I’ve hoped while I’m jaded,
yes, I’ve known devotion
to such sacred things.
I’ve dived to its depths,
I’ve sat with it for years,
I’ve kept it in my heart
through the dark hours, and tears.
Yes, I’ve known devotion
like a dear friend of mine.
I’ve worked toward my dreams,
with nothing to show
but a picture I held,
aflame in my mind.
I’ve loved those who got lost,
and I never gave up.
I’ve hoped for the best,
as if hope itself was the cost.
Devotion is more than a girlish fantasy—
it’s the root of all things
that started just as a dream.
