In a house on a hill where the rivers run low,
Curtains drawn tight, not a light ever shows.
Voices soft whisper, secrets held near,
Love and the heartache that no one can hear.

From the front porch swing, you'd never suspect,
All the dreams and the fears that they both protect.
Hand in hand tightly, they weather the storm,
Behind closed doors, where it's cozy and warm.

Behind closed doors, stories unfold,
Laughter and tears, treasures of old.
A place they call heaven, away from the crowd,
Where love speaks softly, yet echoes so loud.

Morning light creeps, but still they will stay,
Wrapped in each other, come what may.
Whispers of promise, fears cast aside,
Behind closed doors, where their love will reside.

Out in the world, the winds howl and roar,
But love finds its solace, behind closed doors.
A haven of trust, in the hush of the night,
Together they stand, till morning light.

Neighbors may talk, but never will know,
The depth of their bond, how far it will go.
Through trials and tribulations, they've made it this far,
Behind closed doors, they've wished on every star.