The Door

THE DOOR

Out of the dark, blinded by light

You opened the door, you came for me

You don't know my name, I don't know your face

But you opened the door, you came for me

You took me across the sea

To a new land to be free

From amber coast to the slate hill

From Baltic Bay to the heather fields

Years they did pass, longing for home

Letters you wrote, stories you told

About your new life, about your new love

Letters you wrote, stories you told

No one could understand

This quiet man and all his scars

For you would not tell when I asked you more

About the man who opened the door

Yours is not the only tale

Ours is not the only tale

We're traces of war,

Pieces of a time

Passing it down the line

Out of the dark, the year '45

You opened the door to find me alive

You don't my name, you never did ask

Now we open the door, stepping out of the past