• Why is it that my heart is so closed?
    When all the world tries to hammer it loose.
    Do they not fear they will shatter it?
    With all their pounding to get through.

    Hard to imagine
    A thing so dear.
    So warm to the touch,
    but ever so cold.

    What will they say?
    When all the secrets come pouring loose.

    What will they think?
    When all my tears have been washed through and through.

    When will it come?
    This rageful ending.