My House Without Windows
Dave Thompson
From my house without windows
On the river of denial
I see those far-off places
Those enchanted tropic isles
My mind takes me places
I would otherwise have missed
But in my house without windows
I’m afraid and defenseless
I shut my door and bolt it tight
Scared of what might be
Locked in thoughts of all unknown
In my house of security
I tremble in my room at night
I hear the creaks and groans
In my house without windows
Trapped inside and all alone
I know that you’ll be coming
In the morrow afternoon
I’ll crack my door and take a peak
I know you’ll be here soon
Oh well its just another day
Of anxious quietness
In my house without windows
All alone with no regrets
I’ll often shed a little tear
As I reminisce my family tree
In my house without windows
Where I’m safe but never free
