What you usually guarded

Weak So quiet and meek A mouse among cats would be more willing to speak Blood rushes quickly from feet to cheek Under the mountain runs a dark creek

You are parts that are broken And parts that are lame You are parts that you found That no one would claim

You hid your creations From the dry beams of shame You covered the footprints That in mud spelled your name

Fame? That ain’t what you wanted To be free of blame And see the uncharted Feel the warmth of the flame of a heart that gets started

You wanted to share what you usually guarded