Original:  February 15, 2019

We build up our fences,
To protect our hearts.
Set up our walls,
To hid all the scars.

Ironclad hearts,
And eyes growing dark,
With every new heart break,
And every old stinging pain.

So we run away with our hearts.
Choose to live in the dark.

We lose who we are,
Then who we once were,
And who we ought to be.