The Doorway or the Garden

I've found and lost so many lives
I've learned not to expect
A true completed circle
Or spirals of regret

There is a doorway open
It hides in deep despair
There is a secret garden
It floats in every prayer

I'll choose one soon without regret
I'll find the path I need
It will be my decision
To breath or else to bleed

© Paul Viel 2002