Listening to the moonlit sands,
I wait for it to appear.
When will it come?
I do not know.
For who knows?
Besides time itself.

The secrets have lingered long enough,
When will they be shown?
That behind that veiled curtain,
Lives the lies of treachery, agony and deceit.

They say,
"The world is cruel, kid."

But in reality,
It is not the world,
It is the inhabitants.
But this is the "secret" that no one knows.
This is the secret that will destroy the soul.

I wish to tell the world!
But the world would not listen.

But in reality it is not the world,
It is the inhabitants.

Listening to the moonlit sands,
I wait in desperation for it to appear.