Hiding in a closed door
Running from living souls
Afraid what they might ask
Struggling with standing up again
with new found life
Leaving the comfortable life
the normal ordinary path
Now i come back up again
with my feet on the ground
Half way there, i open the door ajar
Peeking the life i left
Picking the pieces i want back
Slowly, i stand strong again
With my head held high
And resume the new passion
With the pieces i hold in
And bring out with me
Outside now the wide open door
Back to life
Refresh, renew
*my copy for hitrecord
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