There’s a woman with a hole
that goes straight through her soul
and it’s open for all to see.

Just ask and she’ll tell
every joy, every hell,
and how it all came to be.

She will tell you unbidden;
no secret is hidden;
and she’ll speak with a gleam in her eyes

Buts she hides in the shells
of the stories she tells;
each story a cunning disguise.

It’s easy to heal
when all that you feel
is bared like a page in a book,

but the depth of a hole
in a broken woman’s soul
depends on how deeply you look.

Each story’s a mask
with the ultimate task
of hiding the tears at the seams.

Tears in the heart
are bad for a start
but there’s nothing like tears in your dreams.