The shooting stars know my deepest secrets The golden moon knows my deepest fears The elegant sun knows my deepest dreams The serene night time knows my deepest scars The gentle sea knows my deepest lies The never ending sky knows my deepest loves The wispy autumn leaves know my deepest wishes But nothing will ever know what I keep hidden deepest inside *me
The deepest ocean, Waves in motion. The deepest secrets The more you keep it, The deepest cut, Happens when the door is shut. The deepest night, Is when you can't sleep right. The deepest hour, Is when I start to cower. The deepest fear, Is when I disappear The deepes mind, Always finds. The deepest heart, Is torn apart
Is my soul the way I laugh? I laugh from the deepest part of me, joyfully celebrating my life. Is my soul the way I cry? I cry from the deepest part of me, embracing the pain my life delivers me. Is my soul the way I listen? I listen from the deepest part of me, learning everything life has to teach me. Is my soul the way I speak? I speak from the deepest part of me, telling life exactly what I think of it. Is my soul the way I hate? I hate from the deepest part of me, turning away all those who've hurt me? Is my soul the way I love? I love from the deepest part of me, Eternally bound to those people I care about. Is my soul solely my own? Is it possible to speak, to cry, to love alone? Is my soul a piece of God in me? Is my soul only mine because I have faith?