My home is like dust,
But full of people you can trust.
And strong cold outside.
I hate having fear for the simplest things,
I hate having hate out for myself and others,
I have held hope for better things.
Life is like a door;
1 opens, another closes,
But that isn’t always right.
There are opportunities in life you cannot miss,
And opportunities you can brush off from your life.
There are things in life that are necessary,
And love is one of them.