The Door
I hope I am knocking on the right door
I feel I’ve been here, but I’m not sure
This blood stained door that I must knock
My fear to enter is just like yours
I just don’t want to be here anymore
the road to heaven is a long, long walk
I am too scared to sleep at all this night
Out knocking on doors and looking for light
If I feel everyone’s pain, hope I got it right
I may be walking for a long time tonight
It feels to me like home, but I’m just not sure
Of the blood stained wood, of the dark, dark door
I should have let it all go so long before
May not have been up to me, but I’m not sure
Just didn’t want to bother anyone, anymore
If I feel everyone’s pain, it was what I asked for
Hope I’m going home, but I’m just not sure
As I knock away at the bloodstained door
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