Ken Hensley – Secret
Genre Pop


What is this place I find myself in?
Where we're all supposed
To think the same way
All I see is patience growing thin
While the people need someone
With something to say

In the garden of peace
All around me is dying
And the place where
My love grew is empty
At this moment in time
How can truth be a crime
I'll tell you if only you'll let me

I'll let you into a secret of mine
Like a delicate wine treat it gently
By setting free
All the love in your heart
Life will become what it was
Meant to be originally

With this memorized
Take your place by my side
And we'll ponder
The joys of tomorrow
Only in love can we
Live with our pride
For in love lies
No reason for sorrow

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