What you usually guarded

Weak
So quiet and meek
A mouse among cats would be more willing to speak
Blood rushes quickly from feet to cheek
Under the mountain runs a dark creek

You are parts that are broken
And parts that are lame
You are parts that you found
That no one would claim

You hid your creations
From the dry beams of shame
You covered the footprints
That in mud spelled your name

Fame? That ain’t what you wanted
To be free of blame
And see the uncharted
Feel the warmth of the flame
of a heart that gets started

You wanted to share what you usually guarded