I can’t make the sound of silence
I can‘t make the sound of alone.
Perhaps it is a cold steel
tap, tap, tap
the knocking of no one being home.
Tap, tap, tap on the window
brightly lit, colors and sounds.
Tap, tap, tap
as my footsteps walk past
I can’t walk through that door on my own.
As I seek out points of interest
or things that might entertain
I tap, tap, tap on the keys of this board
in my search for a place of my own.
There is nothing here, nothing for me
as I wonder just where I should go
I can tap, tap, tap
I can rap, rap, rap
on this door but no one is home.
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