The Hidden Truth

Listening to him saying his words, Feeling the pain all over again, Smearing my soul With the blood of dark, And feeling the eerie Killing my heart, is what i call a hidden truth Happiness and sadness Then sadness and sadness Capturing my heart Oppressively Warding the power in me away, Killing the innocent child in me is what I call a hidden truth This subdued soul of mine How pity it resist its agony And rival its pain To paint my heart With brightful colors And resurrect my innocent child again is what I call a hidden truth the day I filled my heart with happiness the day I filled my heart with warmness the day I wished it to be eternity has disappeared with a blink of an eye. With a blink of an eye The past repeated it self and still. Is what I call a hidden truth ...