The secret is a desire, the desire is an urge.
An urge that can give me happiness.
Happiness that is out of reach,
I try to find the key,
the more I try, the more the pain.
Tired and lost I cuddle in a corner.
Haunting are those memories,
Painful are those thoughts,
No one to share, no one to hear
I feel I am trapped within!
Yet again I gather the will,
To find a way, they call it hope.
I try to seek happiness in friends,
The more I seek, the more I fail
I need that one to hear and lend a shoulder,
Wipe my fear and not judge my desire,
But only listen and foster that urge.
To them I would reveal that secret
Locked in my heart!