Now I am bleeding in my open heart
I've taken stead in changing what is me
Yet now I've found it's tearing me apart
Without an open soul, I can't be free
Constricting myself within my own art
And only hoping now, in reverie
To break the chains of fate that hold me down
Expand my aching mind and turn around

I've listened to the echoed voices, droning
Taken their words to heart, and made a change
I will make use of the advice they're loaning
And herein attempt to broaden my range
So, it is, humility I'm owning
Incredulous poor me, so often strange
Weakly worn, terrifyingly exposed
To try my hand at writing things in prose