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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.
Copyright ©
Fritz Purdum
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