2:41 p.m. - Nov. 02, 2002
Poetry: Secrets
Secrets
I've been a whore
I've been a saint
I've stolen the kingdom
For the price of a kiss
I've slept in the palace
And out on the streets
I've run with the fast
And fallen with the weak
But this isn't my secret
My secret is yours
We all have the answers
We all hold the key
And somewhere in silence
Truth is spoken deep
And answers are known
When we fall asleep
...and remember...
Speak softly
When the god within awakens
A slumber no more forgotten
Is this
My secret?
My secret no more
