Unopened Doors
You made the wrong choice first
Please tell me how it got worst.
Where did this all go wrong?
I was once so strong.
One day I was up then I fell.
Everything turned into a living hell.
I didn't know how to be strong anymore.
I'm tired of only getting a closed door.
I don't need a special token
To live out in the open.
I want to find a new ride,
I no longer want to hide.
Copyright © Kay Cassio | Year Posted 2015
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