Strictly Confidential

Before I die I'll write this letter Here are the secrets you must know Until the cloak of evening shadow Changes to mantle of the dawn Will it be sunny then I wonder? Rolling and turning How can I sleep? Hold on till morning What if I fall? Over the hills and down the valleys Soaring aloft and far below Lying on stony ground the fragments Truth is the seed we tried to sow Marking the time spent on our journey There isn't much we have to show Counting the cost in money only Strikes me as funny don't you know? Tongue tied the thread of conversation Weighing the words one tries to use Nevertheless communication This is the gift you must not lose Hauling me always are the voices (Tell us are you ready now?) Sometimes I wonder if they're real (We're ready to receive you now) Or is it my own imagination? (Have you any more to say?) Guilt is a wound that's hard to heal (It's a cross you have to bear) Could it be evil thoughts become me (Tell us what you're thinking now) Some things are better left unsaid Magical moment The spell it is breaking There is no light here Is there no key?