Through The Door
Words and music by Char MacKay © 13 October 2017


There's a crushed blue velvet hat there in the corner,
You can see it through the dust motes in the light;
And I could wear it if I wanted,
And someday if I'm brave I might
Step through the door

	A door that stands between what's now and remember when,
	Concealing sad regrets and might-have-beens,
	Through the door.

Brocaded drapes trail gracefully by paintings there,
Childish fingers smudging unicorn whiteness;
And I could paint those paintings deftly,
And touch that graceful burning brightness
There through the door;

	A door that shelters childish dreams and carefree laughter,
	Of hopes for love and happily ever after
	Through the door.

		There are treasures to be had - if I choose to take them;
		If I choose to tread that path - I'd gladly make them'
		And if I couldn't find my way back home
		Would that be sad?

The costumes drape a form that might be mine someday,
If I lose the clumsiness some say I show;
With a queenly grace in velvet draped -
Serenity I'd calmly go
In through the door.

	A door that's built of secret fears of simply living
	And fears of treasured people not forgiving;
	Through the door.

I touch the frame and gaze inside that wonderland;
If maybe it's not now, perhaps tonight.
I'll take that step beyond the threshold
As if it's always been my right'
Step through the door

	Forget all my fears about the possibilities
	And step through that door like it belongs to me;
	Through the door.

		If I could crush my fears... I'd go tonight
		(Through the door) I'd go tonight
		(Through the door) I'd go tonight
		(Through the door) I'd go tonight