In a small room, we are alone.
We hide in the cracks of old walls too strong to forget.
We sleep beneath the table where words once spilled.
We dance on the window pane as the sunlight bathes our bodies.
We know we are alone. We are not scared.
We breathe each other and whisper our dreams when no one listens.
We smile because we know that when the dawn comes we will still be here, still alive.
In a small room, we are alone. But we are alive.