Contest of My Dreams a Metaphor

Ain't no road I've not traveled Ain't no road I ain't been down Burnt my fingers on the gates of hell Broke the lock and threw it down Broke the lock and threw it down Didn't care how hot the fire Didn't care how far down Didn't care how deep I went Broke the lock and threw it down Broke the lock and threw it down This dirt road I have traveled This dirt road was hot a spell This dirt road I have traveled Took me to the gates of hell Took me to the gates of hell Not a tear will unravel Not a tear will be found Not a tear will unravel Blinds my eyes on the gates of hell Broke the lock and threw it down Reached my hand towards the gate Reached my hand through the dark Burnt my fingers on the gates of hell Broke its lock and threw it down Walked into its fiery pit Walked into its pit alone Felt the evil in the darkness Felt my soul burning down Felt my soul burning down Not an ash will be seen Not an ash will be found I broke the lock....and threw it down Broke the lock ....and threw it down Broke the lock and threw it down Contest..Contest of My Dreams Frederic Parker 6/24/14