The Closed Door

O my dear friend,
You banged your head
Against that door
Again and again you did

Your mind is in tatters
Your heart is in shreds
The blood and the tears
Is making a sad mess

That door leads to a tunnel
With no light for miles to see
O why O why do you not
let the  closed door be

Your mind is playing tricks
With hazy visions of grace
The depression yearns
For a deft touch of solace

O my dear friend
I cannot see your pain
Its time you laid your troubles
Right on God's feet
He and only he
can grant the strength to thee

The door you are banging
your head against
may take a few years to budge
Let God guide you
At times when you can't see
For him its a matter
of a tiny nudge
(Written by Jibrael Jos)