Silence

All curled up beneath my blanket dreaming of tomorrows Young enough and innocent and free from fear or sorrows Being in my little bed when childhood was mine the kitchen night light softly broke the darkness with its shine And adding to that coziness that was embracing me were the distant dulcet tones of the living room t.v. I laid there and I listened and could hear my parents talking I knew as long as they were there no boogeyman was stalking My bedroom door was open just a wee bit every night I could see the flashing glow of the television's light Bedtime was the time where my imagination soared Too busy slaying giants you would never find me bored And it was such a comfort with my parents down the hall They were always right there for me if I felt a need to call In all my life I never felt so loved and so secure as when I heard those family sounds come through my bedroom door So precious to my mom and dad just as they were to me Through all these years since they've been gone they live inside of me All curled up beneath my blanket dreading my tomorrows much older from world-weariness and full of fear and sorrows Now I lie in bed at night alone and insecure and listen to the silence coming through my bedroom door