Who's gonna talk about
Those retired guitars,
Torn-out shoes and
The redundant lanterns,
That still want to glow?
And the broken bicycles,
Forgotten recipes.
Stopped watches that
Still want another chance.
The cold bowl of soup,
The lost lots of souls and
The shattered pieces of
The mirror that still
Want to reflect?
Rust-eaten door keys,
Dust-ridden rooms,
The dried leaves that
Scream about how
Brown is still a color.
The silly sisters,
The lonely mothers,
Angry brothers and
The hopeless fathers-
Who may just want a hug
Or a decent talk--
People that haven't yet
Gone mad,
Friends that haven't
Yet died and yourself,
Who still wanna give it
One last try-
Who's gonna talk about
Opening that room?
To pull yourself out of
The head of yours,
Where you often brood.