Hoping the Doors of Happiness Will Open

Hoping the doors of happiness will open ahead, I clung to fleeting dreams my heart had bred. Yet life, a cunning thief, stole the days away, Stripping hope from my soul, leaving it astray. Though I fell from the heights I to climb, I never crumbled like sand previous time. Because I’ve loved you, life, despite it all, I’ll sing of you until my body meets its call. Has life ever asked of us how we fare? Anyway this brother has borne his share. I never dreamed for heights too grand, Fearing the pain of a harder land.