She’s got a Suitcase Full of Secrets… that she’s lookin’ to unload…
Baggage that she carries with her everywhere she  goes…
On her wrist there is a bracelet… with a name she might have  known…
A friend or a lover lost… who never came back home…

And her eyes have looked into the eyes of  martyrs…
Her hands have held their beating hearts…
And knowin’ only makes it harder…
And believin’ hurts too much to  start…

(CHORUS)
Turn away from the room for  the dyin’… Keep your mind on keepin’ one alive…
Turn away from the  screamin’ and the cryin’… It’s the only way one will  survive…

With her Suitcase Full of Secrets… she stops and  stands awhile…
And stares into the faces of The Statue of Three  Men…
And they remind her of the soldiers that she’d only known awhile…
She wonders if they made it home and what became of them…

She didn’t even know their names but she kept  smilin’…
She’d learned long ago not to cry…
But still there’s the  ghost of emotion…
And the beating of the heart she can’t deny…

(CHORUS repeats)

With her Suitcase Full of  Secrets… she walks down to The Wall…
Finally sets it down and shakes  her head and starts to cry…
Then a soldier stands beside her… puts his  hand upon her shoulder…
Gently lifts her face and looks for somethin’ in  her eyes…

Says, “I remember your sad eyes smilin’…
Though  I don’t even know your name and you don’t know mine…
But I never even had  the chance to tell you…
Thank you for keepin’ me alive… Thank you for  keepin’ me alive!”