Those figurines lining the walls,
they don't say much about you.
Those posters hung for entertainment,
prove not a breathing thing.
And, how your room is rearranged,
only tells the place where you sleep.
There's no proof from the inside,
no faults on those walls. . .
There's no lies hidden well,
nor memories allowed.
It's a barren cold room,
with such compassionate eyes. . .
Just waiting for this young boy
to come to realize,
that there's more than he thinks
awaiting outside,
where the world and his family,
can give proof for the inside.
