Soul's Door.

Stripped of his scales, delivered from darkness
eyes left wide open
and the fog of the trail thins o'er the thorn brush
and again, his eyes widen

looking down at her hands, she sees what they are
lids tense, and ajar
Oh how they abscond from the good they are meant for
"Calm... relieve souls doors"

Then time doth progress, and change in excess
with eyes ever peering
my heart's in a trance, and my mind does not sense
that my eyes should be fearing

Seduction of thoughts, and feed the foul pride
keen eyes grow careless
and all that we've fought, and kept from inside
returns us to darkness

Again, he does wander, and her hand's stretched in fear
sight has been cut
inadequate and tender, our minds search for answers
but with eyes sewn shut

but as sure as the night, the light it shall come
as weary eyes waken
and with a conscience of fright, they give in to Him
and their eyes are wide open.