The doorway to her heart
Used to be flung open wide.
The room inside, filled with flowers
And a great blue sky.
But now the door is locked
Where she now sits and cries.

Something must have happened to her
But she'll never tell you...
For if you ask, she'll turn away
Running from the world she once knew.

From what I've heard
She speaks to no one.
She goes about doing what she has to
And then back home when the day is done.

Again I ask, what happen to her?
Everyone has different stories
Some which hold shock
But at the end of the day
The doorway that leads to her heart
Shall forever be hidden and locked.