Journey

JOURNEY

I go out the open door;
A trap to follow.
I am torn down and left for broken;
Yet no one hears my forlorn cries.
Well, it's over now,
No doubt, it is Heaven's spite.
So, what's the point of talking about it?

The world's drama came my way;
Sorely testing me.
Enough! I turned and finally fought;
I've proven my worth and mettle.
Well, it's over now,
No doubt, it was Heaven's spite.
So, what's the point of talking about it?

I go out the open door;
No longer afraid.
I've torn them down and left them broken;
Sad memories fall behind me.
Well, it's over now,
No doubt, it was Heaven's spite.
So, what's the point of talking about it?