Through the double doors I lay
Watching, waiting as I stay
Waiting for the one who'll come.
The one with the keys
Seeking the break of dawning day.
Following my soul's path as I lay.
The hand upon the swimming lock
Lifts as if to break and mock.
Then through the trees the new day breaks
As I leave on the path that I will take.
Walking forward from night's grasp
Into the life that holds me fast.
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