Open Door Looking up in the sky At stairs leading way up high At the top an open door awaits I believe this is all fate Climbing up, on my right are my dreams Looking up at the blinding light beams I turn left and see my childhood Look at me hit my brother with a piece of wood! As I struggle climbing up these stairs I believe all this I cannot bare I finally reach the open door And realize that I am no more!
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