Standing at the narrow gate
With all my being found a sham
I have to choose a different way
To find the person that I am
Do I stick with what I’ve got
And live a life concerned with self
In giving up the chance of love
I stay a pauper, shorn of wealth.
So standing at the narrow gate
Is rather scary,threatening
You have to leave the world behind
And focus on the only thing
That brings refreshment,naturally
Pure, a nourishment devine
Sounds amazing,don’t you think
It’s my decision,is it thine.
