The hidden

He walks out with his shoulder's high.
Every smile portrays a glorious life
But deep down he has a salient cry
It's the hidden Sin.

He returns home to his shell
Comfortably opens the hide
His brain is addicted to the rise
As the fountain pours out
The hidden Sin

After the rain comes the sun
Regrets of the shame comes undone
As he promises not to return
To the land not for sun
His life is tied to
The hidden Sin