The Depth of My Pain
Yell at me once, and I may cower in fear
The spirit of an owl within the body of a deer
Unaffected by the tears that are released down with a cold November’s rain
There is no amount of sorrow that represents the depth of my pain
Degrade my being and freeze my soul
A diamond in the rough, a penny trimmed in precious gold
Laying undetected by the detective, going unseen by the scout in a rescue plane
There is no amount of sorrow that represents the depth of my pain
Ignore my beauty and I’ll believe it’s lost
Deny my intelligence and deprive me of love at any cost
Though my hearts as fragile as a flower, my will carries on like a flame
There is no amount of sorrow that represents the depth of my pain
