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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