In this house there is a hope so small

That even the breath of a closing door just might blow it out

Like a little bird in a shoebox on the back porch

That my mother (who was always kind) wouldn't even dare to lie about

In this question there's the whisper of a heart

That's afraid to be heard but can't help asking

Please

In this hand there is a wish so held

Even the rules of your father's house won't let you give it up

Like the book you hid fit in behind your dresser drawer

That your mother who would always find it

Always let you know she kept it shut

In this question is the whisper of a word

That might change everything but can't help asking

Please

In this moment is a love so strong

Even the lock on the upstairs room can't seem to keep it out

Like the sudden wind through the door that blew the windows out

On the street all the neighbors stared

Give them something new to talk about

In this house

Change everything

In this hand

Change everything

In this word

Change everything

Still asking

Please