what lay behind the eary doors and rusted hinges that only scream in the night when all else is out like a light. what secrets untold to you hold. i must know; i must know. so i wait in vain for the end of day when the sun starts to tire, and the shadows rise higher and highter. tap tap tap my foot steps said as i scurry across the floor board and over my bed. SCREECH my foot steps say as i found myself face to face with the door way. what secret untold do you hold. i must know; i must know. so i wait for the stroke of midnight for the doors to open left and right. DONG DONG the old clock said and it's words echo through my head. SCREACH the door said back like my old grandma that day she found her dead cat. slowly the moonlight hits the dark obis bit by bit. and just in the disance past the old wooden doors i can see

all of my memories and all of my dreams