Trust"
Once my doors were open,
And the breeze was spring flowers,
The bird song danced in my soul,
And I was soft inside like eider-down,
Eyes wide and smile free,
No longer,
Now my doors are bolted tight,
With only four friends on the inside,
One at the door,
Two in the living room,
One in the bedroom,
And a knock at my door,
Is like the c**k of a g*n,
Pulse racing,
And though I may look out of the window,
I can't open the door,
Not ever,
What I didn't expect though,
Was that my friends,
Would bring the song and the spring breeze with them,
That my house would have no roof,
And with them inside,
Only the good weather would come.
Yet I still dream,
I dream of a world with open doors,
Where the light streams in unhindered,
I dream of the pastures beyond,
Where t
