Little Secrets

I'll take my little secrets
And put them in a box,
Where no one there will find them,
Beneath the many locks.

O, the prospectors may search for them,
The looters, they may seek
But in my little hidden chest,
My secrets safely keep.

When many years have passed
Any my hair begins to grey,
You'll know my secrets at long last,
Before I fade away.

Soon I will be a secret and
You'll put me in a box,
Where no one there will find me,
The earth above my locks.