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Hidden


Self-built walls, inside she sits

Keeps fresh a wound not allowed to heal 

Tells the lies to create a shield 

She won't emerge until it quits

 

Her father enters, hate on his breath

Her partner stampedes, in his eyes sit death

Thrown and trampled, a storm she's amidst

And it won't calm until they quit

 

I observe her struggle, her failing health 

As she works her way inside myself 

Love for a girl, welfare I wished

But she can't be mine until it quits

 

Self-built walls, inside she sits 

Keeps fresh a wound not allowed to heal

Tells the lies to create a shield 

I swore off rest until it quits

 

 

 

 

 

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