The Shining Windows and the Closed Door

As yesterday's sun went down I was uneasy, plenty of things are no longer around Used to feel blessed, often my feet couldn't feel the ground In that small shining space, joy and happiness were found Thereafter, life goes on, I move though it's heavy I keep glancing back, it's too good to let it free At the side-walk there are shining windows, which I choose not to see I stare at the closed door, hoping it will open though it will never be I stumble unto people and fall down while I am moving They scold me not, but they lend their hand to help me standing As I grasp their hands and look around, it makes me realizing The side-walk is bright, cause of the windows, through it the sun is shining Throughout yesterday's night, as the darkness embraced I was lonesome, did lots of thinking, and tried to be brave Then I found it's already dawn, to God I say grace The sun rises again and this time far from the closed door, I move away.