"corners of your caste"

an old abandoned shack you're in,

the corners of your caste...

I've come to you to look again,

at all you thought had passed.....

it hurts when we find shadowed rooms,

with things so well we hide...

we are reborn by facing this,

in truth love has no pride....

you may believe a dream's just dream,

a mental fantasy....

for you can turn them on or off,

some not so easily...

yet dreams are all the imagery,

of how we really feel...

they leave aside our reasoning,

and show us what is real...

and the lover's sleeping in your heart

cuz' all your love's so strained

and you never learn to let it roll

still stumbling in this old game

the shack is how you see your heart,

and shadows fill its rooms...

the child inside still so afraid,

it may never leave the tomb...

when it cannot stop the nightmares,

that were written for the play...

it will value all its failures,

and re-live them every day...

caution is your blocking now,

and you won't let me in....

but that ain't the way our love began,

trust me throw it to the wind....

for when the wolf shows up knocking,

he knows what you must do...

and I gave my all my everything,

so the rest is up to you.....