BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR

Behind the green door lies a circle of shame

And all my skin has been caressed with fantasies given way

Behind my green eyes wells a puddle of tears

Sweaty bodies close to mine, claustrophobia drawing near

Can you help me through this time of growing need

If we were friends

Behind this dark smile lies a person unknown

And all the hair is put in place yet it doesn’t seem my own

Behind this blank stare is a person I fear

Strangers’ hands are touching me as if they really care

Call my name and I will come to you

With a basket of dreams and an empty shell

And follow this shadowed path somewhere out there

Through smoldering ruins of ash

Can you help me through this time of growing need

If we were friends

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1996, all rights reserved