When she comes home
I change the music that's on
She doesn't know I cry
I can't understand my own emotions
And I'm afraid she might ask why

Why I can't sing without chocking
Why my eyes water and I become quite
It has to be tied to some sissified weakness
I can still hear my father say...

Some wall built a hundred years ago
Built between yesterdays regrets
And a thankful heart
To have survive with mind
Somewhat intact

Perhaps under my music
Is where I buried yesterdays pain
But I can't help but drown
In my own solitary rain...