The doors are always open,
I just can't get down the hall.
Like a fly in a cathedral,
I just can't find the wall.
Why am I always last through the fire,
I drink but can't satisfy my thirst.
Why do I always walk a tightrope.
When you love me like I am your first.
Help me open up the world.
Turn the lights on in the hall.
Help me understand my feelings,
Carry me when I fall.
Help me shed the old skin,
Don't ever let me crawl.
Help me turn the pages,
Loving memories to recall.
I have been through changes,
Feeling lonely, that’s no surprise.
But as soon as I get there.
I know I'll claim my prize.
Inspired by Emlia Valentina
Copyright F E Dunne 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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