The pain in your heart runs so very deep.
Of your spirit do I now weep.
The sorrow and depth that your heart bleeds...
I call on the energy to plant a new seed.

One will recall a long time ago...
A day filled with terror, sorrow and woe.
The child within, scared quite to near-death.
Found in a corner, where she didst wept.

No one near to hold her tight.
No one available to kill all the fright.
The heart was incased in an iron tomb.
Harder to reach than her own mother's womb.

Still she stepped out, feeling much stronger.
The pain in her mind, stretching much longer.
It nears to the surface each man she finds.
She always turns inward, back to the same ol' grind.

Can you see the pattern so clear?
When will you allow, yourself all those tears.
There are times, when our eyes need to leak...
The ones that flow when we feel so weak.

Anger, remorse in your daily walk.
All you need is a long caring talk.
Someone who cares for your inner child.
Not someone careless, nor should they be wild.

A knowing master of thought that can see.
The lovely woman, that you've come to be.
Can you allow, another so close...
So out of life, you can find the most.

~Squire