My Little shell

My little shell

I run and run and try to hide

to see if you will stay by my side

and sometimes I come out of my shell

and dare to risk having a close friend again

but sometimes people become my shell

until they say give me some space buddy

so I do and go to my shell alone, but understanding.

but lately my shell has been smashed to bits

and I am just as fragile as I used to be

and long for just a talk with anyone who will listen

and I am finding that those little pieces of sand

I was hurt by in the past, the Lord has turned to pearls

and I want to share them with you.