Inside my heart sits many a room...
Some are bright,others are gloom...

Some have doors nailed quite tight...

Some are open...seeking the light...



Some have chairs and table inside...

A place to sit...a place to hide...



Some nailed shut by me...you see...

To shield me from my misery...



Some nailed shut, although I pine...

For those I thought as friends of mine...



Filled with lies cutting like a knife...

Sometimes by friend, sometimes by wife...



Sometimes by family, no longer near...

Sometimes just life's bittersweet tear...



Sometimes by children...full of youth...

Fangs sharper than a serpent's tooth...



How many rooms, filled up with lies...

Must there be, before my cries...



Echo down the halls of anothers heart...

Who like mine, knows not where to start...



Listening to voices only they can hear...

Leading them out of the land of fear...?



-Casey-