Your Secrets
More quiet than a whisper it shouts
Heartache sounds in time with this
Your silence mounting candid doubts
My cries fall there in dark abyss
My pleas to you in quiet vain
You look away as if not to see
And notice not this cruel pain
Which smothers life away from me?
And there you are in grand reform
So plain in sight for all to see
There lost from me inside this storm
Your secrets held for only thee
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