No one knows my secret but the listening sky
I won't tell that bird or that floating butterfly
The sky's high above and is far away
And that is where I'd like my secret to stay

It's nice to tell a secret if the secret's good
But if the secret's bad you never should
You may speak your heart to the listening sky
But be sure to look around lest a man walk by

Hush little baby don't you cry
Tears are not the answer and I'll tell you why
If you grow so strong and are unafraid
You can win against the trouble that the secret's made

By Jennifer Blake