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Three doors they face me two open and one closedI have to take my choice my arms folded,a dream flows
Experience lies in front of meI wonder if I should walk in through and see but no,there is another which shows more light, bright colour
Shadows surround me believing they've found mewith feeling they danceunreal but not false
They saythey'll try their bestto help me decidewhich door I'll posses
An invitation they've sent metheir friend to becomeand in this season they bent mewith feeling and love
When Iwalk I recognize the eyes that are seeing many faults and cracks,which on this roadhave been
For times and timesthe future is yesterday's and with my sun which shinesI explore a piece of his displays
Sometimes I dream and think from what I see I wish I'd walk and refootprint my steps which right should beSometimes I feel,and seal my heart to heel the poor soul which cries and begs for on this life can't kneel
For times and timesthe future is yesterday'sand as my sun does shinewe cannot fool his rays
The world takes a trip around a simplecircle and where the line ends, we've seen so verylittle While all these eyes of different shapes and looks do look at me sometimes to see how and which step I stand and how little I took.
Dont touch my chariot of love, it belongs not here dont try to pick its golden image, it feels no fear This open wide sky has split in half and offers me a special pessage and the 'no where' I am to find and give to them this casual message
It took me years, so many years...to have this chariot perfect and complete and still not mine, it's not all mine, I have to share it and compete
My chariot of love will fly high and above with four white horses in my front row
My chariot of love will decorate the empty space so high and above we cannot face now
I promise now to you all, I'll be around, after all but not the same as before, cause I will have found and heard the call because every night I hear a voice crying to me. "There is a lot in front of you to see"
Hera is crying Athena is trying to work on something new blackstone face devides the race the quivering earth in two
Blue eyed trees turn white as his this lonely summer night but why is this that poison sees from every human sight
The earthman digs holes in the sea trying to find his master The lady weeps while she can see the cross that climbs mounts faster
Wise men gather work with feather cold yellow faces bitter Madmen smile trying to file sad papers burned crying letters
Awake he is not but I can talk diademed he was king of the gods White stone I see but where is he? perhaps he has petrified his time His name he had carved on a myriad fears and black dogs barked the name of Zeus
