Every Closed Door

When I was a child the world felt so wild like a wilderness waiting to be

Explored for the first time all fresh air and sunshine and blue skies on infinitely

But as I got older the nights they got colder the clouds came and often they stayed

And those infinite choices turned into old voices that echo of roads I can't take

Is every closed door a gift from Your hands leading me on to some promised land?

Cause I cannot see and I don't understand how all these closed doors could be part of Your plan

Things that I wanted that once held me haunted that danced through the fields of my mind

They dug with a madness and spadefuls of sadness in the ground where my dreams went to die

And as I shed tears for the hours and years given over to what wouldn't be

I looked up to Heaven to the stars in their splendor and asked what to do with my grief