In fear every day, every evening, she calls her aloud from above, Carefully watched for a reason, painstaking devotion and love. Surrendered to self preservation from others who care for themselves. A blindness that touches perfection, but hurts just like anything else. Isolation. Mother I tried please believe me, I'm doing the best that i can. I'm ashamed of the things i've been put through, I'm ashamed of the person I am. Isolation. But if you could just see the beauty, these things I could never describe, these pleasures a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize.