The Conversation

Once, i was invisible, for all the world to see
i traveled thru the ether on, the blood of my enemies
and if they dared to whisper, when they thought they were alone
then i was just as deadly as, a bug on the telephone
and though i was a child, and though i know it well
you’d only know deliverence, to hope i would never tell
the night began to close around, the neighborhood again
but as i walked the streets, the devil, tumbled down like rain
and though i was a child, and i knew right from wrong
three can keep a secret, if, two are dead and gone
not alone, anyway
all alone, let us pray
the secret of my mystery, will never see the dawn
and you will never, ever know, if you were once my pawn
and when i was a child, and when i went away
you were not the victim, for, it was you who let me stay