CUPBOARD








There’s a little cupboard under the stairs
We call it the junk room where nobody cares
In pretty pink flowers from a long time ago
Inside the door painted chipped indigo
At three in the morning the room comes alive
The door open shuts like someone arrived
Banging and footsteps the music goes on
A sweet sound of time, time long since gone.

I’m lonely, I’m frightened
I see the past in front of me
Its 3 in the morning
And I am Lying in bed
The old gramophone record
Playing in my head
Not again I cry
I want it to go away
I need to the sunrise of another day

I put on my slippers and slip down the stairs
He knows that I am coming so long prepared
The smell that I’m smelling heavy as peat roses iron
sour yet sweet
Its dark in the hallway winds blowing outside
I feel the house and the house feels a live
I walk into the cupboard the light burning bright
sounds of the music that makes my head light.

I’m lonely, I’m frighten
I see the past in front of me
It changes it happens
each night my destiny

He turns and smiles
and holds out his hand
He walks towards me
Hes so beautifully grand
The look in his eye were sad
But with passion
his clothes were very old fashion

The rope is singing from the beam up above
Calls out like a warm arm a hand in a glove
I try to scream, but the fear is too deep
Next thing I know is blackness of sleep
Morning has come
But you still have the fear
Cos you know thats night always near

I’m lonely, I’m frighten
I see the past in front of me
It changes it happens
Night after night my destiny
Night after night my destiny
night after night
Morning has come, but nights always near
He turn and smiles
Hold out his hand
He walks towards me
He so beautifully grand
The in his eyes are sad
but with passion
I cry I want you to just go away
I need the sunrise of another day.

by Eileen Daly & Ben Thirkettle