I had crawled, I had waited,
everything was new to me
I would reach at joys of fancy,
I would watch, I would learn
I remembered, to forget,
I could not content for long
Even then with never knowing,
I knew gently of this wall
I had touched it in my dreams,
crawled around it crawling straight
I could see like me, just taller,
helping me to find my way
The gentle wall had grew much stronger,
and inside I felt its strength
I stretched my hand to touch its surface…
and it opened
There’s a point in every lifeline,
but I’ve witnessed just my own
Many times I’ve fallen simply
just to find which line to hold
And there are steps that I have taken,
without knowing where to go
And every time I’ve met a doorway,
with one step still left to go
There are doorways met with caution,
met with fear, met with signs
Met with hollowed empty spaces,
familiar faces, different voices
Images of doubt and hatred,
every cry to warn you no
Despite what consequences lie beyond,
the doorway is your own
Every doorway you have shut
has laid the gate that holds these binds
All the lifted grace discovered,
weathered trials you’ve passed with tears
Broken, sheared with shattered feelings,
can you feel this song of mine
Even knowledge shallows to
what deemed forbidden by its voice
Having less than known to lose,
we slip the cautions, more than often
Fail by will and enter haunted,
seeing doorways less than guarded
This doorway still must be opened
Even now, much years from then,
knowing more than I forgot
I reflect on all the choices…
all the doorways I have locked
There’s no way of knowing then or now
which doorways right to take
Maybe making a mistake,
prepares the heart and calms the mind
To witness all that you have build
from distant doorways left in time
And maybe pain was felt more times
than any man would care to brace
It’s more than wanted, due rewarded,
all the warmth tied to the same
There’s a point in every lifeline,
but I’ve witnessed just my own
Many times I’ve fallen simply
just to find my doorway home