The secret world we all hold near.
The world that’s ours; where sharing’s fear.
That place we hold deep in our heart.
That secret shame and pride filled part.
It’s there for all, our secret past;
and shadows it will always cast.
Saint or sinner, we’ve all been there;
that place our Soul is all laid bare.
That world is ours, to live and learn;
a place where penance gift we earn.
A private world; our Right to keep,
make our peace and let it sleep.
And what we learn, and where we go
is ours to hold; not put on show.
Our life is what we live today
not secret detours on the way.
There is no gain from living past;
that’s set in time; it’s die is cast.
It’s only place in life should be
to guide our future; set us free.
Trapped in time, there is no peace;
those days long gone will never cease
And while they’re held close to our heart
days like today can’t really start.
So here and now’s the place to be;
shake off the past – just set it free.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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