I HAVE HIDDEN FOR YEARS
COWERING IN A BLINDNESS
IMPOTENT AGAINST HIS RAGE
I SEARCH FOR SUBMISSION
BRINGING THOSE PEOPLE WHO
ACCEPT NO WAY BUT THEIRS

I FALL LOWER AND TEARS
PASS THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE
WINE COUNTING DOWN MY FEARS
FOR TOO LONG I HAVE HIDDEN
FROM THIS MAN TOO LONG
THE MANY SPITES HAVE STUNG
TOO LATE I SEE MY SUBMISSION
INTO FEAR