Closed Doors

Behind closed doors,

Teardrops sadly sing.

Each demands more;

Each nurses broken wings.


Little hearts beat quickly

Like birds wasting in their cages.

Old souls speak thickly,

Wishing their curled fingers could turn the pages.


Time is fast in moving slowly

And moments pass quickly while sitting frozen.

Little voices sing so lowly

And wish better days would closen.


Broken homes cry out into the rain

With voices ringing in woe.

Storms billow and call down pain

While death whispers and reigns over snow.


It all starts behind closed doors

With the songs that teardrops sing.

We'll always demand more

As we nurse our broken wings.