There was a time it was f! that noise
then there was yelling at the boys
an alcoholic cacophony
we put the fun in dysfunctionality.

Only a wish for peace and quiet
then it was there
and there was you
and quiet you could do.

I had scars, horrors to tell
i needed to cry and scream and yell.
A listener you turned out to be.
A perfect friend for me.

I have talked it through
and here are you
quiet in your independence
but nothing to say hence.

I see your horrors now
and wish for you to take a turn
and talk it through and learn
how healing it can be to let it out you see.
Please, just talk to me.