My Room

Alone, that's what I was, there were a few around, here and there
But noone I could tell, noone I could share
Like in a room full of people that can't see or hear you
You scream, I hurt! But only in your mind...voice is mute

Seemingly out of thin air, an invite from an angel appeared
Come join us, we are like you, you can share, we will hear
This room...this glorious room! playing music I love, with people like me
And in the corner, a desk that called and said, "come...bleed"

Bleed, indeed! I poured out my heart for them all to see
In words...all the beautiful words! that had finally come to me
When done, the praise and encouragement drove me on
Helped me release all that was killing me, all that was wrong

This room...this glorious room, will always be where I keep my pen
I may not always share, but I always know I can
This room, this glorious room, must never close, or fade away
For I fear the words will die for me, my pen...on desk, will stay