There are secretsThat dare not pass your lips,But I see them quiverIn your eyesAnd the corner of your mouth.
You’ve so many secretsWeighing you down like hot stones…May I be frank?I’ve a secret too,One that I think I should share with you;My secret:I’m afraid.I’m afraidEvery moment of everyday.
And I’m sorry-I see your sorrow,And cannot step upAnd be a better friend;Because I am afraidI will do it wrong;That I’ll do YOU wrong.
I have words,Secrets of my own,Hanging from the rafters,And perched on the tip of my tongue,But I dare not speak them,I can’t.
You have secrets,You’re entitled to your privacy,You’re even entitled to your pain-I am just sorry, I’m not always there to take it away.
Here’s another secret, that isn’t secret at all:I love you.Here’s another:I want to do right by you.
The last straw:I’m planting my feet, and standing byI may not have the wordsTo make your pain subside,But I’ll do my bestTo bear itWith you.
Keep your secrets,If you wish,But keep this one in your heart:You are not alone.