Keeping secrets behind your back
It’s what I’m good at
But how long can I keep this up?
Before having to face the music?
The secrets cross my heart
I Hope to die
To die in this sin of secrets
To die in confusion
To die knowing you can’t find out
To die a liar
To die a hypocrite
To die a secret keeper.
Copyright © Christian Guild | Year Posted 2013
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