Doorways
When I was just a boy still owl-eyedI liked to drink the rain to taste the skyI tried to count the stars while in my bedTo keep the thoughts of monsters from my head
And I believed the stars were wishesI believed the world was goodI believed things hid in the dark
And that all would turn outJust how it shouldI believed in all your storiesI believed you'd never lieI believed if I could climbThe trees behind the houseI'd touch the skyI believed the skies were doorways home