The Open Doors
With the endless slamming door
and you are barley scrapping the floor
the hustle and bustle to meet ends meet
God please help me I do not want to be on the streets
Please belive my every word, I am tired of finding these locked closed doors
I do not want to live this life anymore
Take out the keys and believe
The power it takes to achive one's dream
My writting will inspire
I will light my dreams on fire
To show the world I shall never tire
My struggles will lead me to strive
One job can change my life
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