It hurts my soul
And yet I try
I'm torn to bits
But to keep up, I strive.
I help break shackles
And put back smiles
But when left alone
I break down, I cry.
No horizon in sight
It's only cold nights
No visitors to my hut
None asking if I'm alright.
I leave my door ajar
For any passer-by
Looking for some warmth
Or to while away time.
Until one lonely night
I'm awakened by a cry
An ask for help
From one about to die?
I fly, through my window
And leave behind my pride
For that cry for help I know
Was myself - my inner child.
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