So few who knew
A secret told
Like morning dew
On grass too cold
Were wet with shame
As word spread out
For whose to blame
When truth is doubt
Then those that trust
An ear for creed
Will bite the dust
As sunrays bleed
Till long before
What words were said
An open door
Unlocks the head
To
A secret dead.
Pasquale DiMeola
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