cooridors

behind walls, in corridors, with doors locked and windows secure
I dare to think I just might sleep, protected from the war
the war of tales told and secrets kept
of dry eyes and tears I wept
of hope that fails to be forgot
of dreams I dreamed and love I lost
on happy days that have gone away before I knew to ask them to stay
like stray strings connected to things that bring both joy and pain
to land untouched by rain
this is the nonsense of the war
I hide away behind closed doors
wanting what I had before
a lie that was neither safe nor secure
a love that fell away or apart you could say
either way it is no more
as I hide away behind closed doors