Doorways

When I was just a boy, still owl-eyed

I liked to drink the rain to taste the sky

I tried to count the stars while in my bed

To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head

And I believed the stars were wishes

I believed the world was good

I believed things hid in the dark

And that all would turn out just how it should

I believed in all your stories

I believed you'd never lie

I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house

I'd touch the sky

I believed the skies were doorways home