This heart is sad, but still can’t shout.
It feels very bad, but has no doubt.
It feels the pain, but still can’t cry.
It sees the rain, but still feels dry.
It hears her voice, but still can’t run.
It feels the noise, but still acts dumb.
It wants some joy, but gets bad bruises.
Its not a toy, but truth she refuses.
It feels its death, but says no word.
It wants to fly, but is a wing clipped bird.
It has been alone, but doesn’t mind.
Its not a stone, but still acts blind.
It has self respect, but still does bow.
It lives in hope, but gets no love.