Doors

One door, two doors, three doors, four,

The doors are closing more and more,

Wait a second,

And close another,

Take a step,

And close the others,

 

Days go by,

And more doors close,

We make our beds,

From thorny rose,

 

The last door closes,

Once left ajar,

And we rest in our beds

Of thorns and jagged scars.