All The Doors

All The Doors

All the doors are closing,
And all the bells are ringing.
All the doors are closing,
Yet Someone in my heart is singing.

Outside it is raining,
Yet still the birds are singing.
Outside it is raining,
And inside Grace is winging.

It’s hard sometimes to see the game,
But still the game goes on.
It’s hard sometimes to play the game,
Yet before us floats The Swan.

– Shardul Dillicar.

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