Closed Doors

As I stood on standing water,

Seperated from people,

I love the most,

Tears rolled down my eyes,

Like little strings of pearls,

As I stood in that lonely night.

I craved for a sound

For a little word,

That I might hear,

Yet all doors seemed to be closed,

To all my futile prayers.

I just wanted to run into,

Those arms that were held wide,

And bury my head,

In some far away depths,

Oblivious to all the facts.

God,don't keep me away,

I can not live without them,

Help me,find my way,

Into those lovely arms,

To rest there,my weary head.

As I lie cold,

I look upon myself,

Had I but found my way,

I might have lived

another day....