Society, the town People, the house Everyone sees what lies outsideΒ Β The flowers in the garden The toys that scatter our yard The white picket fences that border, just on the edge of society However,we let them inside We let them in eventually As we show them who we are The paint that colors our walls The books that lie on our shelves The songs that are constantly playing On the rate occasion we let someone in They get a very slight glance of our deepest thought Our deepest thoughts, the ones kept hidden behind the heaviest of safes The deepest thoughts that never witness the light of day The thoughts kept hidden under lock and key