Shame to be me if I do not speak.
Shame to be you if you don't listen true.
As I pour out my heart, I hope that you'll start,
To understand what I'm feeling,
And I can start healing.
Listen closely to my words,
And I'll tell you my hurts.
There's a door deep inside of me,
It holds my nightmares and dreams.
I can give you the key,
But it won't all be pretty.
In the garden of my heart,
Is where you must start,
To truly know me,
And understand who I am.
Here I hold the key,
Take it if you can.