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.