Secret

Secrets are a lovely thing,
They bring you close together,
Thet bind you with a string.
But string is frail.

Secrets are a special phrase.
When shared they're full of magic,
You learn each others ways,
But people change.

Secrets are the roots of life.
Little seeds that grow and grow,
Through death, and pain, and mortal strife,
But trees can fall.

Secrets are a horrid creature.
Rip and claw and bite and kill,
Ravenge every feature,
But wounds can heal.