it's the door just left cracked open
to a whisper of the night
when the darkness seeps in slowly
and puts out a little light
it's the voice that says stop trying
after all you know the end
and behind that smiling face
you no longer see a friend
it's the thought you entertain
that perhaps it's time to go
take your battered heart away
lean in to the fears you know
it's the melancholy morning
when you slip back out the door
tell yourself how strong you are
when your dreams lie on the floor
it's the times you choose to stop
wrap the barbed wire round your heart
turn away from those who love you
grasp the lie and stay apart
but the glimmer of a prayer
for a hero at the gate
kills the foxes that destroy
before it's now too late
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