The Power a Secret Holds

The cripple knows more
 than he shows
 In the darkness of the forrest
 a child wonders
 From a hard soil
 a strong spirit grows
 But do you know the power a secret holds?
 The rower, the first lion
 the call of the last crow
 In the galleries of death
 they roam
 It's not made of silver
 It's not made of gold
 But do you know the power a secret holds? x2
 Walls crumble
 rivers rise
 and kings stumble .
 It steals a thousand years
 in the blink of an eye.
 Trench flash in the stone
 the age old question "why"
 The answer will never seduce the way
 a question will.
 But do you know the power a secret holds? x2
 She was a mistery
 before you knew her name
 The way she brushed her hair
 the way she hid her shame
 But do you know the power a secret holds? x3