When all is withered and torn
and all has perished and fallen
these great wooden doors shall remain closed. . .
When the heart is a grave filled with blood
and the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope
when the voice of pride has been silenced
and dignity's fires are but cinders
. . .their grandeur shall remain untainted
It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within
from the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song
i wish to die with my will and spirit intact
the will that inspired me to write these words
seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors