The Things We Dare Not Tell

Violin Trap intro with piano, cinematic orchestral, dubstep, Gregorian Chants, soulful female vocals

V3.5

Authors Notes:
Public Domain poetry from the amazing poet Henry Lawson 1867-1922, while not designed for music this version based on a Suno composition captures the beauty of his written word and the passion it conveys.  Hope you enjoy!

[INTRO]
[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean]
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;
Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,
But we break our hearts, oh, we break our hearts! for the things we must not tell.

[VERSE 1]
[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean]
There's the old love wronged ere the new was won, there's the light of long ago;
There's the cruel lie that we suffer for, and the public must not know.
So we go through life with a ghastly mask, and we're doing fairly well,
While they break our hearts, oh, they kill our hearts! do the things we must not tell.

[Verse 2]
[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean]
We see but pride in a selfish breast, while a heart is breaking there;
Oh, the world would be such a kindly world if all men's hearts lay bare!
We live and share the living lie, we are doing very well,
While they eat our hearts as the years go by, do the things we dare not tell.

[Verse 3]
[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean]
[Change musical style: epic, orchestral, dubstep]
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

Ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhh

[CHORUS]
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean]
[Change musical style: slow, soft, minimal]

[Verse 4]
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

[Verse 5]
We see but pride in a selfish breast, while a heart is breaking there;
Oh, the world would be such a kindly world if all men's hearts lay bare!
We live and share the living lie, we are doing very well,
While they eat our hearts as the years go by, do the things we dare not tell.

[OUTRO]
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

[Female vocal: Slow, Sweet, clean, whisper]
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.

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