Stairway to hell
Luc Grand’Maison
Éditions Le toit des mots, Éditions Dubémol

I was there, I saw it.......
the scrapyard of the soul
up the stairs there was shit
for the young and the bold
and there was that girl
laying down on the bed
could not talk, could not walk could not hear what we said
up the stairway to hell

So my friend introduced me
to this other girl
she was all dressed in black with blond hair without curls
pretty like a pearl
but so full of pain
pretty like the world
but so full of shame
up the stairway to hell

shattered, thorn apart
without recognition
she had a hole in her heart
she had no more vision
unable to talk, or to shake
my right hand
looking for the light
of the incoming train
up the stairway to hell

she was found in a crash
almost paralysed
she was gasping for air
she had blood in her eyes
I was there, I saw it
the scrapyard of the soul
up the stairs there was shit
for the young and the bold
up the stairway to hell

so please be grateful
for the life that you have
be grateful for the friends
that you have at your side
for the sun, for the stars
be grateful for the moon,
for the kids in the park
playing all afternoon
and please keep them
keep them far away...
from the stairway to hell