His Secret from Golden Thread by Christie Grace

He came to me, dressed in gray
Confessing all, in a desperate way
It boiled and foamed, from deep inside
That left him shaking, stripped of pride
He wept his bitter, pent up tears
Ignoring my teenage years
Needing me, to be the wife
That set herself free in another’s man’s life.

His secret weighed more than lead
The day they found him,
“Forgive me” was all that he said.
There was nowhere to belong
I became the keeper of his song, far too long.

For 30 years, fires raged
Locked inside, the blame we’d caged
Until her son’s redemptive flight
When he soared, on wings of light.

His secret weighed more than lead
The day they found him,
“Forgive me” was all that he said.
There was nowhere to belong
I became the keeper of his song, far too long.

Five dusty years, relentless drought,
Let the poison ooze, weep, dry out,
I returned to her, we embraced alone I had come back, “welcome home!”
His secret was laid to rest
My secret was laid to rest
Her secret was laid to rest, laid to rest.
Safe upon my Mother’s breast.

• Jazz
• adult contemporary
• ambient
• female jazz vocals
• jazz infused singer- songwriter
• smooth jazz musician
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