Feet Against this Floor

Everyone is so silent tonight that no one can hear me.
He turns with shining, fiery eyes and send the fear shooting in.
Nothing appeases him.
The hot night is cold with the hardness of our feet against this floor.
When will I make my peace with you?
What must I do to show you?
My heart churns on. I want to hide away,
Far away from this hardness in my chest,
This fear of what you'll say.
What makes you so?
What has turned you off inside?
If you turned your eyes from dark, cold figures,
You would have so much more; you would know so much more.
But you cannot, I know. You love these things, these very things you hate,
So you lock us up in bars of hardness and fear.
But we will never be free by seeking your pleasure,
By seeking your hand at the lock.