The long and narrow hallway

Leads to the door of death

Dark and shadowy pathway

Makes you catch your breath

The handle seems to beg you

Twist my grip and come on in

But something holds you back

Is this miracle or sin?

The draw to cross the threshold

Stems from too many silent nights

Can’t wrap yourself in misery

And no one knows your plight

Stand outside the door

Looking for a sign

Something to keep you moving

Or to the grave resign