Between two doors I have been stuck.
The door of life was open with luck.
Flower's of death I will to pluck.

So much is there to have to lose.
It's not the door that I would choose.
Behind the door could be bad news.

It is the world that's on a tilt.
To watch the old wither and wilt.
I strain to see what God has built.

Shadows of death cover me dear.
For what is there for me to fear?
Go through the door that is so near.

For love and life is just a lie.
Ribbons of life are to untie.
Open the door and I will die.