Heavy Curtains

come upon this refugee
and gaze into my face
here in close proximity
where should be empty space
who extends a hand to me
in spite of my disgrace
but you

heavy curtains of before
and ones that yet remain
there is likely still to be more
clouds and sheets of rain
who has seen through wall and door
and every window pane
but you
known only by the heart

when I look deep inside
when I look in the sky
for every tear I've cried
and every time I sigh
who is true and who is tried
and waiting when I die
but you
known only by the heart