What is poetry
To a fellow in need?
Simply an outlet
To any man that grieves
What is a song
To a man of passion?
Simply a language
Of feelings and emotion
I can't explain
What dwells inside
Inside the walls
Behind which I hide
From the outer world
So harsh is the sight
I keep well away
As far as I might
It's the language of prose
Of time and rhyme
That I encrypt these messages
Of what's deep inside
Inside the walls
Behind which I hide
Until a better day
When all my fears will subside