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.