The Secret, Part 1

I never understood what I'd done that was wrong,


Why you exiled me thus from my life.

Was it something I did? Was it something I said?

I strapped me to a table, I taped still my head


Underneath the hot lights. I was cut with a knife


But my brain wouldn't tell me; its will was too strong


It nearly destroyed me, but I still wouldn't yield up the secret

I was dumpt from a car in a desolate land,


Many leagues from my home and my heart


There was no one to ask, there was no one to tell,


And I wasn't sure walking would serve me too well,


So I sat by the road and refused to take part


In the bustle of traffic of things I had planned,


And I pondered in gloom, but I still didn't know of the secret.