Ah, the emptiness has returned

And what now have I learned:

This progression can not be halted

Is it me that is so faulted?

I am what they have in common

Maybe it�s me that is so broken.

The revolving door, around it goes

Unoften turned, it softly echoes.

Warm fires burning, laughter filled rooms

No longer so quiet as pharaoh�s tombs

Happiness, temporary, but wonderful still:

The only path now is all down hill.

Out the revolving door they go.

All their support, gone in tow

Every evidence of their short reside

I burn it, or find it a place to hide.

I vow again to lock that door,

Rather then be some friendship whore.

Some return, as if never gone

No matter that it�s been so long.

With desperate hope for it to stay

I couldn�t turn that warmth away.

I won�t deny my old friend�s entry

Despite my pain filled history.

The destined result, always the same

Out the turning door through which they came.

Abandoned again, more pain on my soul;

Not even a ghost remains to console.

Heart and soul bleed evermore:

Why can�t I lock the revolving door?