Louder, louder, I turn it up
Crying from down under seeps through the ceiling
The precious sighs of her voice almost drown out the pain
Maybe if it were a little louder...
Nothings wrong. Everything's ok.
Don't ask.
Sob. And other sounds of things not being ok.
Hug her? Talk to her? Cry with her?
I never know.
So I turn it up, louder, louder.
