What is it that is neither a lie
nor a truth that will never die?
What is it that is hardly spoken
but will always be present?
Dear secrets, I wonder why
you were born and now will never die.
For you in live in everyone,
and in every word that is not quite done.
Secrets, you are not totally wrong
and there are even times when you seem like a song
what makes you so bad then,
to the minds of so many men?
Sweet secrets, you cannot be fully right either
for you are the thoughts unsaid on paper
is it really you who is not right,
or the person covering you from the light?
Dear secrets, make me understand
the reason why you thrive on our land.
Dear secrets, who smile and swing maces,
how come you’ve been born with so many faces?
Dear secrets, let me know why
on your name, others would willingly die.
And dear secrets, tell me how
I can live in a world you conquer now.