The secret place inside – 3/31/02

When day and night fade away
outside the world of wrong
No one really knows where I play
or where I write and sing my song

Here we are again, hasn’t been too long
My pencil and I and trouble once more
I’ve been through this door before
looking different every time

It is not too late to turn around
and try another way
This time like last time
I sink into the ground and refuse to stay

I thought I found the key
to the secret place inside
But it’s not locked and there is no key
and fear makes me hide

Very few remember the game
and less know how to play
So the ones who can must teach the rest
beginning with today

3/31/02

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