All In Stride

How does one tell,
Secrets kept dear,
How does one tell,
Of the pain they feel.

This that I hold,
I must now release,
Should my heart stop,
And breathing cease.

I will feel guilt,
I will feel hurt,
I'll feel the pain,
That shouldnt be felt.

I'll take it all in stride,
I'll make it all mine,
Because thats what I've done,
Since the begining of my time.