Perhaps

At times upon the grassy hill a brisk breeze will blow teasing my hair And within that breeze I will hear questions asked of me as I lie still Do you have secrets you long to tell? Perhaps, but I never do and never will. In darkness of a lonely night as I walk on dusty trail the silver moon shines it's light guides me by it's will A night wind blows strong asking me with a chill Do you have regrets to share? whisper I won't tell Perhaps, perhaps but I never do and never shall. Winter night and the cold is harsh freezing at it's will Alone in bed covers up to my head as screaming wind shrills A voice commands loud and clear bellowing for me to tell Fears, fears do you have fears your quiet heart needs to spill? Perhaps, perhaps I do. But I never do reveal.