Bolted Paper Door
Everything’s quite now
Nothing is cooking
The streets are empty
No-one is hooking
The dinner was ready
The table was laid
Gathered around it
The family prayed
Silence is precious
Sighs are gold
Let’s drink the soup now
Before it gets cold
The house is warm
We’ll escape the storm
I hear you say
That you found your way
After all
After all
I say you hide your ways
In a safe your days
Behind walls
Made of straw
And a bolted paper door
Everything’s calm now
The kids are sleeping
From downstairs
You could hear weeping
Turn off the lights
And let’s go to bed
Someone was running
Now he must be dead
Everything’s safe now
No-one is moving
The father’s word
Is now approving
Of discontent
Because all is godsend
I hear you say
That you found your way
After all
After all
I say you hide your ways
In a safe your days
Behind walls
Made of straw
And a bolted paper door