You stand there silent in your poise
Through I hear you softly crying
Not a whisper muttered in your voice
I surely feel you slowly dying
Let out your pain and heed my calls
Do not decay in your despair
Climb if you must or tear down walls
Life still perseveres being fair
Cry if you must and release the beast
Locked up he has been for years
Take a leap of faith and join the feast
Even if eyes are full of tears
Here I am reaching for you once more
Credulous you will take my hand
Wiping your tears from behind the door
And sewing holes for your mend
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