The sky above me shines a bright blue
The wind howls violently, as if to break through
Through what? Well, you see, I’m not quite sure
Perhaps my thoughts, but aren’t they secure?
I have locked them up tightly so no one may see
Inside my heart, where I’m hidden so deep
Beneath my feet the green grass rustles low
And for a single moment I wonder if they know
Do they know my secret, my most private concealing?
I start to panic at the thought if it’s revealing
My chest is constricted and I find it hard to breathe
The old oak tree above me begins to drop leaves
It’s then I remember that I have told no soul
No one knows of my secret as black as coal
I should feel relieved at this thought, but I only feel cold
I start wonder what would’ve happened if I had told?
Then I turn to face the same wind that brought this about
I fill my aching lungs with crisp air and begin to shout
I scream all of my secrets for the whole earth to hear
For gone with the wind are all of my fears
An overwhelming peace takes it’s place, and I start to cry
For the first time I feel as graceful and free as a butterfly