The sun is up
Hidden by the clouds
The air is cold
A little too cold
The land is silent
And no one knows
I sit alone
Wondering why
About the things
That have gone by
Shots fired to the sky
Are now returining
So where will you hide
From the laughter
In the closets of our lifes
The door hinges are squeaking
Letting in thin shards of light
Oh quiet comfort they invite
On a lazy Saturday morning
