Closed Doors

Behind closed doors,

Teardrops sadly sing.

Each demands more;

Each nurses broken wings.

~o0o~

Little hearts beat quickly

Like birds wasting in their cages.

Old souls speak thickly,

Wishing their curled fingers could turn the pages.

~o0o~

Time is fast in moving slowly

And moments pass quickly while sitting frozen.

Little voices sing so lowly

And wish better days would closen.

~o0o~

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.

~o0o~

It all starts behind closed doors

With the songs that teardrops sing.

We'll always demand more

As we nurse our broken wings.