I sit at the top of the stairs
Where shadows hide my face
And listen to the voices rise
That echo through this place
They think I cannot hear them
Or maybe just don't care
That every angry word they speak
Fills me with despair
I'm too young to understand it all
But old enough to feel
The tension that surrounds our home
Is painfully, achingly real
I wish that they could see me
Really see what's in my eyes
The questions that I cannot ask
The fears I must disguise
But maybe someday they will learn
That I am watching still
And what they choose to do right now
Will shape my heart and will
So parents, if you're listening
To this silent witness plea
Remember that the choices made
Are building who I'll be