The Exit Door

She plays her violin - Yet her heart will never heal. Nothing moved the mountain. Not a trick, not a skill. She's drunk with her bitter tears. She is a prisoner to a million fears. Life is lossing its beautiful colours. She's walking down the exit door. Death stole all he ever loved He mops their graves with his teardrops. There is no home to return to No one to look up to. He shattered the grandpiano And the smilling pictures on the wall. Life is lossing its beautiful colours. He is standing at the exit door. She's leaving where music left her more broken. From a distance she can hear the song of songs. In the midst of the silent graves A voice is calling the helpless. Blinded by her tears With her hand she touched the feet of the Father. Suddenly life is beginning at the exit door. They found the arms of the potter - Of broken hearts.