The tunnel's bleak and hollow now,
no reason we should stay.
No party mood, no laughter,
It's just a passage way.
The magic spell is broken,
what seemed real is only fiction.
And we support each other
'cause we share the same addiction.
No autograph, no photograph,
No smiles, we all go hugless.
There's Nicoderm for cigarettes,
but where's the patch for Douglas???
Helen Gary