Beware they whisper and I am so aware, that before me lies the road to despair. I want to believe, my heart wants to sing but no one can say what tomorrow will bring. Closed is one door with resounding slam hiding horrible memories a terrible sham. Another door opens with light shining through an angel is singing "I'm here for you." I jump over the fire, tears on my face to follow the leader and fall out of grace. Words of the living run through my head as I dance the macabre with phantoms all dead. Drowning in illusion I resurface and then jump in a cesspool and drown once again. Oh to be touched by the magic of caring, to see words on the page besides hatred and swearing. Perhaps I'll carve a chunk from the side of the moon, or dance with a lover in some private room. Hand over hand holding tight to the rope, I walk each new day searching for hope. But night is coming with a scowl on it's face the leopard is hungry so I won't go to waste. If I see tomorrow what happens then? I'll open another door and begin once again.