Nov 13, 2006 12:27
Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day.
Entrance is crucial and it's not without pain.
There's no path to follow, once you're here.
You'll climb up the slide and then you'll slide down the stairs.
It's foreign on this side,
But it feels like I'm home again.
There's no place to hide
And I'm nothing but scared.