Please

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