• All the screaming down the hall
    Little whispers that've heard it all
    Words that are said, not meant for little ears
    What they see, and what they hear
    Sadness breaking little hearts
    Only understanding tiny parts
    Tear stained pillows with little wet heads
    Crying themselves to sleep in their little beds
    Mean words cut deep into little souls
    It brings on the tragedy of a heart full of holes
    No one to trust, no where to run
    Afraid to speak, or to play or have fun
    Choosing people or not having a choice
    No one can hear your little voice
    Will they miss you if you go away?
    Would they want to know what you'd say?
    Packing your bag, you get ready to leave
    No one notices the knife up your sleeve
    Protecting yourself is all that you know
    It doesn't matter if you have no where to go
    You need to leave
    You've heard them talk
    You've heard your name
    It's time to walk
    Maybe if you left, they'd have reasons to smile
    Maybe if you were gone, they'd be happy in a while
    They'd have no reason to fight anymore
    You should have left earlier when they fought before
    Slipping out the door into the night
    With the echoing in the distance, of their one last fight.