Poet talks about secrecy and the fear she has inside her Poet talks about secrecy and the fear she has inside her

The mask; a wonderful mystery, Black or white; maintains secrecy... The mask; a wonderful mystery, Black or white; maintains secrecy...

In the shadows stood his Hackney coach, In the shadows stood his Hackney coach,

It was so obvious I will never get my perfect fantasy It was so obvious I will never get my perfect fantasy

I can’t understand the secrecy of life on the whole. I can’t understand the secrecy of life on the whole.

Heck! 'Tis the fear again. Must I enquire - did I bother you? Heck! 'Tis the fear again. Must I enquire - did I bother you?