Little Cellar Door

When I was a child
I was lonesome and scared
And trusted very few people

I needed a place
Were I could escape
Reality and all its darkness

That’s when I saw it
As I walked through the woods
Hidden within the trees

A little door
Hidden in the floor
Mad of iron and tough old wood

So I ran back home
And grabbed my torch
And said I was going to explore

And of I went
With a spring in my step
Off to the cellar door

I opened it up
And turned on my torch
To see what was inside

As I stepped in
My head started to spin
With all the things it could be

So the cellar started filling
With different creatures
And places that I could be

I spent all my days
In that little cellar door
Playing with new found friends

But sadly as I got older
My mind had forgotten
All of the adventures I had

Then one day
I walked along
The back of my old house

When I saw it
As I walked through the woods
Hidden within in the trees

That little cellar door
That I once explored
So many years ago