In America's Closet

By: angel-feather-keeper

Deep in America's closet

Was a letter

Covered in dust it had been there

For years and years and years

He looked at it

Read it

Over and over

But when it came time to send it

It was too much

He stuffed it into his pocket

Smile fading away

Wanting nothing more than his Arthur

Oh so pure

To read that letter

Deep in America's closet

Was a gun

Covered in dust it had been there

For years and years and years

He looked at it

Touched it

Wanting it all to be

A dream or a nightmare

But when he tried to forget

It was too much

He set the gun down

Tears falling free

Wanting nothing more than his Arthur

Oh so kind

To stop this pain

Deep in America's heart

Was a truth

Covered with memories it had been there

For years and years and years

He felt it

Held it

Wanting nothing more

Than for it to be shared

But when he tried to speak

It was too much

He hid that truth again

Pain filling heart

Wanting nothing more than his Arthur

Oh so understanding

To hear the truth

Next to America now

Was a man

Smiling in happiness he had been there

For years and years and years

He felt him

Loved him

Wanting nothing more

Than for him to love back

And now that he is here

It's all right

He held that man close

Smile so bright

Wanting nothing more than his Arthur

Oh so loving

To stay by his side