The Doors

On the cobblestone I lay
Blue and white by the vicious cold
Fingers black from frostbite
I lay
Carriages and people passed, ignoring
The day into night
The cheerful to depress
Not a single coin in my threadbare coat pocket
Not a single shelter to stay in
Not a single being who cares
Waiting, and waiting for the doors to open
The doors that will solve all problems
The doors that will give me warmth
The doors that will give my fingers the colors of life
The doors that will bring the day back
The doors that will bring the cheerful back
The doors that will get me a velvet coat, which will be filled with coins
The doors that will provide me a shelter
The doors that will be supplied with beings who care
The doors that will get me up
The doors
Oh, the doors
The doors that the angels guard
The doors of heaven