Behind the White Front Door
Every day I pass it by
This house of solid wood,
I would like to go inside,
If only that I could.
It has a large veranda
All across the front
And lovely dormer windows
Where the occupants look out.
Each time that I walk by it
I feel the warmth inside,
It makes me want to run away
From the outside world and hide.
The curtains on the windows
Are made from pure white lace,
I have to stop and stare awhile
And wish this was my place.
There is no pain or sorrow here
They're not rich, nor are they poor,
Only love, and solitude
Behind the white front door.
I know it's hard to understand
No problems.....not a trace,
This house is not on any street,
It sits on my fireplace.
You see it's just a doll house
Not real in any way,
But it gives me inner peace
When I see it every day.
And sometimes when I'm feeling down,
And have lost my faith within,
I look behind the white front door.
Perhaps they'll let me in.
Lynn Barany
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