In quiet homes where love resides
We find secrets never shared
Why we wonder, were we never meant to know
Yet learning surely make us grow
A thrown away remark, a comment misread
And suddenly worlds can change
We hear, we listen, we may even cry
But we certainly want to know why
We then search for the truth
We find the past is always present
It becomes part of us, of what we own
And it never never totally leaves us alone.