In the recesses of my heart
Made a strong-box for despair
Lined it heavily with numbness
Kept each sorrow there.
Kept each hurt, every woe
Zealously guarded the key
And never disturbed the dark
Let each wound still fresh be.
Yet it weighed on my soul
Dark dismal weight so dead
Dared never to peek in or see
Of my own sadness afraid.
Then safe and stronghold grew
To lead-lined coffin of fear
Never ventured to that corner
Afraid what might lurk there.
False gaiety further locked
And the jailer my own smile
Fears, dread devils tortured
Shackled stronger all the while.
With you some courage returned
Dared open the prison door
Let some hope, fresh air flood
That cell so dank before.
Now I wonder to myself
To whom entrust the key
Of the strong-box that encloses
The pain you gave to me?
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