The Door

What do you do when you are alone in the dark? When all the doors are closed and you’ve got no place to go? What do you do when you want to spread your wings but they’re torn to bits and the storm still remains? Here I stand with a wall in my face, the doors closed, and no place to go. The darkness is almost gone, one more mile to run, then the doors will open and the light will flood. As you sit there thinking on you see something that was never gone. Light. That one door is opening, a beautiful painting right there and now it’s your turn to see what's out there.