THE WINDOWLESS ROOM 6/28/07

if only, if only this room had an Opening, a possible window or two

I can see where i'm at, take myself home, and lead me back to you

if only this room was bigger in size where im free to move about

i'll bang on the walls in hope that you can hear me scream and shout

i woke up this morning with an ache in my heart not knowing what happened to me

driven hard by the need for answers, i tried to set myself free

With just my hands and nothing more i scratched the wooden walls

I managed a tunnel just big enough, in which i began to crawl

a blast of air but i felt nothing, too overcome by joy of escape

i walked the path with no desire to see the hole that i have made

the closer to home, the more i remembered on how things got to be

you stood in cuffs in front of our house, staring straight past me

that wasnt what i was searching for, theres nothign left for me to do

i turned around and retraced my path after realizing the crime was you

the truth i seeked came right to me but never before had i felt such gloom

if only i had turned back to see, the stone above the windowless room.