fall into the wrong hands

The secrets in handphones

Everyone keeps a record

The walking sound in the mind

Fall into a wrong hands....

This is the thing

The secrets never run

The days of dark clouds

In the minds so to speak

The passages flow

The owners will cry silently

Of the things they have done

It will not be a secret..

The mystery at one time

Now it never says it will

The secrets never run

The thunder roll in the mind