Secret World
I sit alone in my secret world
So much to do, so much to say
The words in my heart, only stop in my mind
I often run to my secret world
So free, so gentle, so warm
When reality bites, I feel the sting
So happy, yet so trapped
So loved, so understood
Except my secret world no one would understand
The suspicions of my secret world,
They're all around me
So careful I must be, so softly I must walk
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2005
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