The past has left but is never gone.
The present is here.
The future is never so clear
It is shrouded in mystery,
Cloaked in darkness
Hidden from us until it too disappears;
Lost behind the door we�re too afraid to open
The skeletons in our closets are so frightful
That we dare not share
So we pretend we do not care
And cut ourselves off from the world.
But we start to realize our opportunity
And make our future bright
We empty the skeletons onto the floor,
Deal with them,
And destroy the door
