Nothing is meant to be clandestine
Not the secrets nor the whisperings within
The air carries the unspoken feelings
Into the hearts that are still healing.
Fresh as a drop in the sea
Some secrets cannot be forever buried
Cruelty is always exposed
Karma loves to play its role.
The invasions of mind
Surrounded by innumerable whines
Corrupt the confidence within
Don't let them win.
Intentions hide in a bottomless cave
Where efforts don't always see the light
Every day is a struggle in some way
Life is executed with constant strive.