Then what is a door that is open
With beauty before me I walk
Though I go drunken to her door
Beaten and black
Guarded by brilliance
Here I am there you are
One hand on the trigger one hand on the hand
Let both of us together leave our lives
Wealthy and wine flushed
Who would exchange compassion for a drink
Oh Lord almighty who hast formed us weak
I will have done with it I will not stand
The pain is real here's your life’s end
It is over, what is over?
In her door alone I stand
"Her Door" -JP