How do I tell her?
That her laughter in a room,
Was felt in rooms in this mind,
That are painted in red,
Where a little boy sits in fits of sadness,
Where madness ran like rivers,
And Loneliness was his best friend,
A little boy with a scarred face and a delicate heart,
Where a man holds the door shut so no one can hear,
Can hear the damn lamentations of someone so kind,
Someone who cries for other people,
And grew up wishing for super powers to heal,
Broken hearts and broken limbs,
Systems that hold down helpless people,
Where he thought one day he would kick doors down and find little children,
Just like him.....
To Save!!!!!!!!!!
But found a world so dark, so sad that he closed it all in,
That it took years of begging and scratching at that door,
Before that man let him out,
How do I tell her, That her voice was the key,
To better past feelings,
Future endeavors,
And man with the heart of that boy to beat any weather,
And the only thing he wants now,
Is to make sure his voice replaces every mean one,
And be a safe place forever.
