The Door

I hope I am knocking on the right door I feel I’ve been here, but I’m not sure This blood stained door that I must knock My fear to enter is just like yours I just don’t want to be here anymore the road to heaven is a long, long walk I am too scared to sleep at all this night Out knocking on doors and looking for light If I feel everyone’s pain, hope I got it right I may be walking for a long time tonight It feels to me like home, but I’m just not sure Of the blood stained wood, of the dark, dark door I should have let it all go so long before May not have been up to me, but I’m not sure Just didn’t want to bother anyone, anymore If I feel everyone’s pain, it was what I asked for Hope I’m going home, but I’m just not sure As I knock away at the bloodstained door