There’s a secret that can’t be told. Sounds silly, I know. Why would it be a secret if it could be told, you may wonder. But I’m serious, this secret can’t be told. Ever.
Like wind brushing through tree branches, like a hearty laugh on sea waves, like you, like me
There are things we’re never meant to understand
Slow down or out you’ll spill what should never be told.
Hush now, hush, hush, slow down
Let the winds blow. Let the dark night bring in the morning light
Let the dry wind bring in the hot sun
Let 20 become 50 and then 80
Through all, times and seasons
Let the secret remain
Hidden just on the tip of our tongues, always teasing but never told
So yes, there’s a secret that can never be told
You ask me what it is and from the corner of my eyes, I watch you
Waiting for you to spill it
Who? Who? Who shall be the first to say what can never be said?
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