A Hidden, Broken Kind of Lovely

she hides her tender hearted kindness
deep within harsh, cold and calous meanness
fear makes her run, so fast and so very far
and with just a look she leaves an aching scar
she hides her tears behind a curtain of long, wavy brown hair
trying so hard to make everyone think she simply doesn't care
she loves so cautiously but it's such a broken kind of love
her Mamma once loved a black man who showed love with a punching shove
she grew up thinking that's how you show you care
by spitting, hitting, scratching and pulling each others hair
she used to fight so hard to make people understand her pain
but no matter what, understanding they never seemed to gain
she hides her body from the world and stays locked inside her room
letting people think that the only time she comes out was when she'd go riding on her old broom
never let anyone close, never let anyone see
that the girl they thought she was never really happened to be
she doesn't go partying or dancing in clubs or houses
she'd much rather dance alone in the middle of a field with no company except field mouses
wild at heart she just never stays for long
and though her heart aches and endlessly breaks
it's to the road her destiny causes her to always take