My Door
There is a door that opens
It leads me to a world where everything is new
Filled with powder blue and breakthroughs
It is everything that I have worked to do
He offered me a door that opens
It leads me to his world where everything’s a hew
Filled with untrue pass through
It is everything that I have worked to shoo
I left the door he offered me
Closed the door behind
There is a door that opens
It leads me to my world where everything is mine
Filled with carry through and true
It is a door that is mine
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