When your frenemies speak their minds
Trust the wrong people, you go blind,
Do not listen to what word they say
Turn them away at the doorway.
When the dark gathers closely in,
Dark voices condemn, you, your sin,
Do not stop, take the time to pray
Turn them away at the doorway.
An innocent holds out their hand,
It's a call, that's all, no demand,
See that chaos, embrace it go play,
Run now with them through the doorway.
Those distractions abound, constant,
Get to your own place of balance
Let your stare, your silence have it's say
Turn them away at the doorway
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
When your frenemies speak their minds
Trust the wrong people, you go blind,
Do not listen to what word they say
Turn them away at the doorway.
When the dark gathers closely in,
Dark voices condemn, you, your sin,
Do not stop, take the time to pray
Turn them away at the doorway.
An innocent holds out their hand,
It's a call, that's all, no demand,
See that chaos, embrace it go play,
Run now with them through the doorway.
Those distractions abound, constant,
Get to your own place of balance
Let your stare, your silence have it's say
Turn them away at the doorway
First attempt at Kyrielle...
The Doorway to the Imagination,
The Freedom to Imagine,
You deserve to write until you run
out of paper, run out of ink,
'member to have water to drink,
a pillow for your head,
and make time for play.
You can have a friend over!
(for a little while)
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