My form is wrought in steel, encased in iron,
Unbreakable, as only you can know.
All my days, I hide my silent fear.
From mountains, I yell my pain.
But inside, nobody knows, nobody sees.
When the moon is out, I pray.
I long for my love whose heart is strong,
whose hands are firm,
whose shoulders are broad enough
to hold my tears
and not be afraid when I cry.