Norma Jean

Open that door; I’ll follow you into that space
Where nothing is regretted then forgotten
Where is that grace that carries me out? So strange it’s mine
It’s closed and locked but If you open that door,
it won’t be yesterday when, before the days of collapsing,
And I’ll stand through all these lines just to make it back to you
Can you help me every step of the way? We can bury that battle and bury the cause