To doors I should've opened,
There is no day I never asked,
"What awaits me there?
Will there be walls, unbreakable and tall,
that no storm could blow away my soul?

Will there be no holes on my roof
to keep my floor dry during rainy seasons?
and never slip again
nor be soaked from the leaks of heavy flow.

Will there be huge window panes
that frame the ethereal scenes–
of city...