Open Doors

Planted in front of white-washed walls
Shake your head, you'd have a thousand falls
Turn on your heel and walk on
Come down to dilapidated doors
No good for you, they'll have you working on all fours
Square your shoulders, you're not forlorn

There comes a time where you sit and think
Of a place where nothing goes by in a wink
These are the days where you will find the strength in you
They are not worth it, more than not worth
Your blood and tears, the energy in their mirth
Pick yourself up and walk on, just like you always do

Arrive at the gates of a stately kingdom
Take a peek, it promises you freedom
The pull is too strong for you to turn back
Enter the gates, they show you wonders of another land
When you're comfortable they'll lead you out by the hand
Hand of metal, hearts as good as black

There comes a time where you sit and break
Apart the parts of your soul they've held in your wake
These are the days where you'll be defeated
By those unworthy, unworthy of your blood
Those who have gotten you by the self and heart
Throw them away, all away, how long you've waited

Build yourself up as a soldier
Once you're out those gates and yonder
You'll be ready for the next battle
This time they won't get you
They will never get you