Secrets of my life silently written upon pages of a hidden book
And I wonder just what you'd really think if they were read in public
And let you steal a look.Things jotted down at the time with sadness Anger glee. If curious eyes could read and probe the thoughts and ideas
Only important to me. They would probably laugh or even smile or
Certainly not even agree. My diary might never be sold at auction for a
Very high bid. But as my hand crafted each and every line of expression
For that moment, they were all the true pictures this man had to give.
And if by some chance you read my diary, checking each and every
Created line, know within that my diary only served
As a true listening friend of mine