Whispers

In my heart there's a little room of stone

Holds the anger & the rage, all the pride that leads to pain

I keep it under lock & key, but it gets out much too easily

It's hard to hold it back, it likes to leap out & attack

Confront for survival, I have to have my say

Need a pathway to revival, need to find a better way

It's in the words that she whispers

Sometimes I'm frightened by the way they make me feel

I let the fire breathe – gave no retreat – I'm too extreme

I had to win the battle each time