If I take this opportunity to tell you what happened, Will it destroy our unity? Will there be nothing left to tap into? I hate to lay this on you, but I've been holding back these tears. This morning I awakened from a dream so real It's in my memory and has been for fifteen years, And I don't mind if you have to tell someone -- I had to tell someone. That's why I'm telling you. Times were different then, and I was very young, But I'm older now. I'm angry now. I don't know what to do. I never thought I'd hate him, But I've got to tell you brother, My childhood has been taken. I know now I was the other lover, And I fought him the best way I could. I got the hell out of there but it still cuts me like cold steel, And I split like wood. Sometimes I wonder if he knows or cares. And it's alright if you have to tell someone -- I had to tell someone. That's why I'm telling you. Times were different then, and I was very young, But I'm older now. I'm angry now. I don't know what to do, he thinks it all surrounds him. That's just the way it is, don't want my kids around him. But I can tell you this -- I don't expect you to feel the way I feel, But I didn't know what else to do. They say these things take time to heal. I can start by telling you, I can start by telling you, I can start by telling you.