Some things I try to hide

   silently inside

And there they shall remain

Silence is a virtue

   hidden form your view

You’ll never know it’s name

Should you scratch deep enough

   within each of us

You’ll find the hurt and pain

Should tears begin to flow

   they will make it grow

And it will hurt again

Se let dogs sleeping lie

   until it’s time to die

Then bury grief with shame

When last you speak my name.