Dear Reader of this letter,
Whoever you are
I’ve got a secret that nobody knows
Exceptin’ me, them, and some other folk
To the world, I live (in a box) for fame
In the dark and shadows, I am the flame
Maybe I’ll tell my secret aloud
Or maybe the secret will tell on me, child,
Known or unknown, we all are grown
Doing grown-people things, you know what I’m sayin’,
Will they accept me if my secret is found
Or will they bury my truth with me in the ground
Only time will tell, or will I—
The secret of “sin,” a public life of lies
Whoever you are,
Dear Reader of this letter
Can you keep my secret?