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