The Open Doors

 With the endless slamming door

and you are barley scrapping the floor

the hustle and bustle to meet ends meet

God please help me I do not want to be on the streets

Please belive my every word, I am tired of finding these locked closed doors

I do not want to live this life anymore

Take out the keys and believe

The power it takes to achive one's dream

My writting will inspire

I will light my dreams on fire

To show the world I shall never tire

My struggles will lead me to strive

One job can change my life