Little I walk in days gone back
Plaster the walls of hidden cracks
Porch of doors that begin to open
Sores to remember no time of chosen

Room of games crossed to play
Eyes to burn no words of say
Hands held out numb no crutch
Pray of hands squeeze to hush

No face to see to shut outright
Blank out to return day of night
Fly of time went by and by
Relive of life to bury the lie