From James Keelaghans ROAD cd...

Your Secret

I walked out on a winters night
I felt like I was driven
A bundle tucked beneath my arm
A debt to be forgiven
I turned up 14th street and climbed
Above the distant traffics roar
Reached a crest and dropped my bag
I won't be your secret anymore

I lit a fire on the hill
The winter snow had drifted high
I watched the smoke from letters spill
Into the ink black midnight sky
Your words were mingled with the stars
Every line you wrote that I adored
Time has come for this to end
I won't be your secret anymore

I next threw on the things you gave
All of those well though out gifts
They were enfolded in the blaze
They turned to smoke and up they drift
Photographs and poetry
Those chimes I hung outside my door
Reduced to ash and memory
I won't be your secret anymore

I stayed until the fire died
That was shortly after sunrise
I tried to burn the memories
But they still smolder deep inside
Slaves they say revere their chains
Prisoners fear the open door
I know one day that I'll be free
And I won't be your secret anymore

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