James Keelaghan - Your Secret lyrics

I walked out on a winter night I felt like I was driven A bundle tucked beneath my arm A debt to be forgiven I turned up 14th Street and Pine Above the distant traffic's roar Reached a crest and dropped my bag I won't be your secret anymore I lit a fire on the hill Winter snow had drifted high Watched the smoke from letters spill Into the ink-black midnight sky Your words were mingled with the stars Every line you wrote that I adored Time has come for this to end I won't be your secret anymore I next threw on the things you gave All of those well thought out gifts They were enfolded in the blaze They turned to smoke and up they drift Photographs and poetry Those chimes I hung outside my door Reduced to ashen memory I won't be your secret anymore I stayed until the fire died That was shortly after sunrise I tried to burn the memories But they still smoldered deep inside Slaves, they say, revere their chains Prisoners fear the open door I'll hope someday that I'll be free I won't be your secret anymore