Jerry Golden Poet Lyric

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Of all the things I’ve come to be
All the whispers I wanted you to see 
A daily entrapment 
A gauntlet for me 
Moisture in a soulless capture 

The doors are closing 
Place your grace 
Upon the select few chosen
Forget this flesh 
The doors are closing
Grant me peace 
As my suffering 
Will satisfy the chosen

A bitter sweet goodbye
The trust that transpires 
Within the heat of a lie 
Go on without me 
I’ll see you there 
I promise, I’ll try

The doors are closing 
The select few that are chosen
The doors are closing 
Grant me peace 
As my suffering 
Will make ease 

Remember me today
For memories of me tomorrow
Will not be so willing to remain
A stain to never stay
In the mist of fog 
And do reach to grasp it 
Breathe easily, be calm
As you realize 
It was something 
Always built of feign

My friend 
The doors are closing 
Grace 
The peace
That everyman has chosen
The doors are closing

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