what we're left with
By .L. •
new doors begin to open
as rusty ones squeek shut
ive realized that there is more to life
that what i can touch
we hear of new beginnings after every old past
but sometimes we dont understand
there is more to life than laughs
laughs and joy are what we dream of
but instead we get nails in our feet
we think we can pull them out and fly like winged doves
but YOU know we will crash
To make us soar, we must believe,
in the God that put us here
and not in worldly treasures
that we think are so dear
(dear)to our hearts but really they are depressants
cuz we will only want more
and thats what we're left with.