The Door

 
If we are all asleep, then life will remain only a dream.
So fight for love and you will see the end of December.
In books we keep our feelings hidden, these thoughts are never seen.
The alternative is scary, so in our diaries we remember.


The light at the end of a very long tunnel;
The last piece of hope in a hopeless life.
Skip through the morning dew and splash in every puddle;
Electric metal soothes my soul, when my eyes can no longer cry.


We speak in riddles, which lead us to a ring.
In sorrow we find love until the silence returns.
In love we are united and we are able to speak and even sing.
In our naked form, we are insecure; all because love hurts.


Piano keys speak to me.
The haunting voice; a vision of any possibility.
As the violinist draws her bow across the strings,
I find myself lost in a place I have never before seen.


The sun is going down, but the sky remains vivid;
I have never seen a day like this before.
I cannot be sure if I really did see it,
But I can tell you, I think that is what happened…
Of that I am sure.


Now the light has all gone and it is dark once more;
So I will rest my head upon the ground
And wish I could be anywhere but here.
If only, we could be, beyond that door.


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