Closed Doors
A light from the sky, no one knows the source.
Shines the invisible path of your life but can you stay the course?
There is bad and there is good but that choice is yours.
A clean life costs so much in a world of broken laws.
History tells of the lives of people who’s dreams were broken and taken by force.
History tells of the lives of these people who found ways to open all those bolted, locked and closed doors.
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