She's kept a shield on her heart,

for too many years,

through too many nights,

through too many tears.

There are too many times,

when she wouldn't let go.

Sometimes, it's a crime,

when your heart tells you NO.

If she'd let me in,

I'd heal the bruised heart,

that was broken in two,

to solemnly start,

a new way of feeling,

a new way to be,

to muster her trust,

and 

to set her soul free.

Opportunities don't come,

every day of the week,

and who is to say,

when they'll reach their peak.

Like a faucet that leaks,

you must open your heart.

What good is a shield,

if it keeps you apart?