I open the windows to my soul, I let you in.
Let you in, and let you look around.
But I close my eyes in fear, and the little girl hides in a corner.
She is unsure if you might see her, maybe she is too insignificant to be noticed.
So she hides, to merciful not know.
Hides away from eyes, your allseeing eyes.
That still might not see her.
In her rags and uncombed hair.
In her tears and pain.
Hidden in the shadows of your past.