Never to be known, I said As a smile grew on my face
To be known is to be vulnerable And I'd rather not know myself Not let them get close enough To see the hurt beneath my eyes Then to admit My true soul In all its glory In all the tears it earned In all the misery it enjoyed
To be known is to be loved He said I agree i thought But deep inside I know A men would never be the one I'd like to know
As these words leave my pen It hurts In my soul my head my stomach I might throw up i might not live After a confession so selfish
"Oh child, to love is not to know But to believe in the hope To heal every broken soul"