As this year goes out
And another comes in
Hold the door
Every year, day and breath
Brings its own
Story
Stories are
All
In the eyes of
The little ones
Older ones
Lovers and minstrels
The ones at the wall
Stories are there
In the eyes of them all
Hold the door open
So then can go out
and then
Soon will come in
and
Fresh air
Will flow.
In.
