They’ve always said to hide my heart - not wear
it on my sleeve - but bury it in a shelf
kept safe and warm and wanting no repair
as hearts do guard a woman's greatest wealth.
but men did come my heart they sought to steal
with gifts and words so quick to make me fall
for tricks and games that I mistook as real
devotion though it heeded not my call.
these wounds so painful still do mar my heart
which seeks its freedom from the noiseless brawl.
my Father's arms I found I did depart
back to His grace I once again must crawl
He held my heart secure before I strayed
so in His arms again it must be laid.
