I have a vaulted room
I lock my heart within
I’ll never let it beat
To love someone again…




I have a shackled soul
Still fettered to my dreams
But dreams are made for fools
A fool like me it seems.




I have a secret place
A chamber just for tears
And there I go to weep
Away from human ears.




I have a hidden wall
I wrote your name upon
But the letters were erased
Until your name was gone.

Sharon Frye
© 2008