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After several conversations with a friend about pain and its
effects on us, and thinking about her situation, this came to
me while driving, in pieces. I kept having to stop the car to
write down lines before they were lost. It sat unfinished and then
finally after another conversation I was inspired to finalize it.
I am still working on the music. It's slow and forceful.
There's a little girl locked in the closet
crying all alone trapped in the dark,
and she's trying to remember the freedom
that she had before the pain left its mark.
But the pain's become a separate person,
It's become alive all on its own,
and it keeps her there shut in the closet,
so the lonely girl must stay alone.
CHORUS:
Oh please...come out into the sun.
Please...come out into the rain.
Please...won't you let yourself out?
Don't keep yourself prisoner, to the pain...
In the closet, in the closet,
in the closet, in the closet...
[musical interlude]
But the pain maintains a constant vigil
both outside the door and deep in her mind,
and it hides behind a banner of balance
so the closet door's made harder to find.
And she knows that somewhere out there waiting
is the other half she's hoped for so long,
but the pain is still keeping her hostage
and she wonders how it's grown so strong.
(CHORUS)
[Key change]
But does she realize that she has the key,
that it's been inside her all along?
Will she stay in the dark, in the closet,
or come back to the light where she belongs?
In the closet, in the closet,
in the sunlight, in the rain...
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