The secret is deep in our soul,
never to be told.
The secret is one we fear,
never for anyone to hear.
The secret is never to unfold,
for fear we might get sold.
What is our secrets we hold tight,
it is our skeletons that we hide.
Skeletons in our closets,
ones that we deposit.
Skeletons back in our minds,
ones we have hid over time. |