Note To self
Verse

There are verses inside me that the paper can't hold …
There are stories not yet to be told…
The truth eventually unfolds


Everything that once was isn't
But what once was will be
If it is meant to be
Fate or set in stone

Carved with ease carved  with perfection
My intentions as is to shape mould me
Potter my very essence with the clay of wisdom and experience

The old me had dreams and premonitions
Of a better life
Crystal clear thoughts paved him the free life

Bheka
I doubt he enjoyed the ride of his life due to his straight  path
Never tested his limits
People always tested his patience
Odd soul he was (odd soul he was)
Didn’t have esteem issues  but shy around the ladies
Colourawry was his friend
Now they're brothers
You'll discover
As the story unfolds

Always got their head in the clouds
It all drizzles down to a sprout
Of buried such and such that help them bloom


Hook:
How many secrets will remain secrets ?
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
But For  now
Throw a coin in a well
In a well
In a well
How many secrets will remain secrets ?
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
But For now
Throw a coin in a well
In a well
In a well

As a token of thanks

ColourAWRY(outro)