The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to keep me safe.
To hide my deepest fears away
And keep a smile on my face.
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to stop the searing pain
To keep my days boring and dull
And to keep the nights so plain
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to dull the roaring ache
To keep the darkness locked up tight
And help to hold off heartbreak.
The wooden door with iron bars,
No sooner had I spoken,
The door keeping the despair at bay
Splintered, cracked... and now is broken.
January 14, 2010
