I have a word to say,
A tear to cry, a pray to pray.
I have a thing to hide,
A fleck of jealous, a grain of pride.
I have a smile to share,
A moment of ecstasy, a knowledge of rare.
I have a sigh to show,
Of a numb pain, of a silent woe.
I have a feeling to veil,
A walk in the rain, the horror of fail.
I have a secret to spree,
I cry in the crowd and no one can see.