he's hearing stories, peculiar stories
and it's making him feel strange.
and he's feeling lonely and tearful and uncertain
and he's half afraid to feel that love again.
but he's hearing stories
and he's hearing laughter, unending laughter
and it's making him feel sad,
and he's feeling cold and indifferent and old now
and he's half afraid to feel that love again.
and he's hearing stories and laughter
and happy ever after
and he knows there's many rooms
in his father's house
but he's spoilt by choice
and he's hearing stories and laughter.
and he's lived for ten years, ten full years
in that freedom house on the hill
and his room feels dark now
and dusty and forgotten
and he's half afraid to feel that love again
but still he's listening, and waiting
and watching from behind the frosted pane
and he's strangely warm now,
and peaceful and contented
and he's devoted if not the same
and he's hearing stories and laughter.