Closed Doors

Closed doors
Give me that coffin-feeling
Colder than death itself
Let in the warm sunshine
And the mellow air
Let the cat walk in
Without a thought or care
Don’t wait to knock
I know you’re here
Come in, do
You need not fear
Closed doors
Are not for me
Let in the sweet odour
Let in the breeze
I’ve thrown out the
Darkness
Along with the keys
Closed doors
No. They’re not for me

Come,
Unfasten my shackles
That I embrace light
That I celebrate life
It’s now
Handsome and bright

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