a promise you never made is not a promise you never broke
a donkey who lifted a weight is not a bull who challenged the yoke
the player is not the one holding the cards
the true creator has never studied the arts
a gentle man is not mimed by guy in a suit
a fearless lady is not a girl with an attitude
the man on his knees is the man most afraid to fall
while the sceptic is the most passionate one of them all
but a sober thought is not a vision to change the world
and a view screamed to pieces can never again be unfurled
the doors closed before you will not help you open a window
and the ease and grief of today will sit right here till tomorrow
the lovers who shape us are the companions we once tried to hate
our happiness is not a post trembling at the end of the road of fate
cause our dreams never fit the lives we are made for
see you can't sell your love but you can still be a whore
until the doctors will treat you for your blatant lies
when you get tacky and wild and cry at life
which you think is best described as a cheap bore
but sir- is he a madman who is facing the unopen door?
