Poet's Back Door

I Won'T Ever Stop Believing In My Tomorrows Even While Making Rhymes Of My Yesterday'S Remembering All The Tears And The Sorrows Thinking About What The Wise Ones Had To Say When Love Is Gone And All That'S Left Is A Tear No Can Be The Saddest Sound You'Ll Ever Hear Might Be Time To Keep Moving On To Tomorrow Traveling On South To The Shores Of Old Mexico I Will Dance With The Magnificent Mexican Ladies Taking Siestas With The Dreams Of Pretty Faces The Plan Is To Build New Memories That Will Last Living Good Times Beyond The Sorrows Passed