repunzel.

brokenness embodied, the pain was so real.
screaming to be heard,
but she wouldn’t let herself feel.
instead she constructed a wall made of stone,
content in her prison, she made it her home
those who loved her saw her tears
but she wouldn’t let them care,
for fear of admitting the pain was really there

Rupunzel, Rupunzel, let down your hair
I've come to save you from your prison of fears
to hide the cracks, you've adorned every wall 
but your prison's on fire,
wont be long until it falls

the dragons in her past were ripping her apart,
trampling without mercy
on her already broken heart
up high on her throne,
she thought she had the world fooled
but soon her pain became their pain too
the enemy set fire to the kingdoms that she made
cant you see you are a princess
and deserve to be saved?

Rupunzel, Rupunzel, let down your hair
I've come to save you from your prison of fears
to hide the cracks, you've adorned every wall
but your prison's on fire,
wont be long until it falls

I wrote this with someone in mind… but I think God is trying to send me the same message :) funny how that works, huh?  the only thing between where I am now and and where I want to be is my ability to admit I can’t do it on my own.