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Tell Me It’s Okay

By Wil C. Fry, March 29, 2001, 21:30

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


No one knows the depths of evil
I have seen I have done
It is in me there is no escape
No one can know it must remain my secret
No one knows the secrets of my soul
What I know is mine alone
Secrets that will ride with me to the grave
My face my mask
My smile my disguise
My stony heart

Imprisoned by the blood of martyrs
You cannot look into these eyes
And tell me it’s okay
These tears are for my secret pain
And yours I know you feel it too
Weep with me awhile
But don’t lose control stay alert
They’re still after us

When smoky shafts of angel’s light
Illuminate strains of glorious music
And expansive flower gardens
Surround summer’s gentle cottage...

Perhaps the fear will subside



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