Secrets

by The Depression Bard   Nov 10, 2005


What a twisted web we have made.
Makes me wish I could have stayed.
Without weakness we can't have power.
Many cry in this darkest hour.
I wish to turn back time.
To prevent this insane crime.
There is much that I don't know.
Maybe because others choose not to show.
They'll hide their secrets from me.
Silent, so I can't hear or see.

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