Casting shadows near and far
Born along ally ways
Peering into my chamber door
Whom may see the broken glass
The hollow silhouette
Still dancing ballet
Along my picket fence
Ink wounds on my crumbled pages
A sign to wash and rinse
Today I speak of words
While shadows wonder why I speak
Running from the deepness inside
Scared of what they'll find
Inside that chamber door of mine

They wonder why I ask for a reason
Stealing dreams is a costly treason
Theft has taken my memories
A memorial day for ally ways
For shadows that want to hear
How it is to be real
I could only spill the ink
And crumble up my pages again
Forevermore
To understand why my chamber door
Creaks!