As Morning’s grow older
Night’s last longer
Sleeping wide awake
Thinking about which way to take
Should I have money or be poor
And as I open one door
The other comes to a close
When that happens a friend I’ve come to know
Taps my shoulder
So I close the door so the old one will open
And that’s just what my friend was hoping
And he just laughs at my face
Repeating I don’t have the strength
He reminds me of all the reasons not to
Most of all he reminds me to be scared
But today is different. I will not care
I will not care if this door will hurt me if I open it
Instead I will open this door so my friend will not fit
I’ll give him a taste of his own
And scare him to the bone
I’ve chosen to to be rich but poor
So I can learn to Love more
And my friend, fear will be no more
And as I open this door I am greeted
I am greeted with hope, Love, and forgiveness If only I hadn’t second guessed to begin with.