Underneath your bed there was a monster
He stalked you until he was vanquished
Underneath your pillow there was a silver coin
small enough to fit comfortably in your hand

Underneath your locker there was an unknown space
a space where you kept love notes and gossip
Underneath your cap was a head of freshly cut hair
the professional kind you wear to important things

Underneath your uniform there was a soft soul
the kind that never wanted to **** but had to
Underneath her smile there was an expectant mother
To scared about you to tell you the truth

Underneath your ring was a will to fight
But a will to die was a whole other story
Underneath the wound there was no hope
But there was a recalling of all you had done