Our combined heart is a room,
With the door locked,
And no one's knocking.
Our combined heart is a room,
With the blinds closed,
And no light can come in.
We've inspiring words,
Like "dream", "imagine", and "grow",
Written on posters,
Lovely poems and paintings on the wall,
And each other to keep us comfortable,
But we're shut in,
And lonely.
She has a key on a necklace,
She gives it to open her heart,
But I've already forced my way in,
And the necklace is broken, anyhow.
We are a mess of wants, and desires,
And they keep us from you;
And I don't know how to unlock the door,
Or open the blinds,
And I don't know how to live by that poem On the wall.
But, I so desperately want to invite you in.
She asks, "do you think we can get out?"
And I tell her that I hope so.
Because I know that that door unlocks,
and I know those blinds do open,
Because I can see light coming into our darkness,
And I so want to bask in that light again.