In every one of us
Exists,
The hurt child inside.

Curled up in the corner
Protected from the world outside.
She cries.

"This is all I had",
She says.
And you took it away,
You left her alone,
Hiding behind the soaring walls
Of your soul.

The hurt child inside,
She's locked in your heart.
No key ever found.

Her, oh, so little hands
Are holding on as they can-
To all that she owns.

She has no where to go.
Nothing to know.

Forever is she stuck
In the same dead end,
Of the lands of your heart.