Behind Closed Doors What goes on behind closed doors
is what we’ll never see
What goes on inside yourself
was never meant to be.
And if you had a voice to speak
be it a whisper, I would hear.
I’d tell you no more worries now
there’s nothing more to fear.
For if you could reach out young child
my hand is what you’d find
I’d carry you so far from here
We’d leave that world behind
No more weeping through the night
when you could only pray
“Dear Lord, deliver me the strength
To live another day”
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