You cover your heart in bands of steel,
A high security vault not open for viewing,
And is that the best thing?
Because surely it must get lonely being so closed up from the things most people enjoy,
Surely you must regret not knowing how it feels to let go,
You must be tired,
From standing so tall,
Your stance not wavering,
Surely you must want to break free,
Lie down,
And not be afraid,
Because you've gone too long without a shoulder to rest your head on,
Here I am,
Offering you mine.