I see in my soul, in my heart so many rooms
All have doors, it's the conditions of the doors that are different
Some doors are open wide, letting the whole world see,
Some have been ripped off thier hinges and broken to bits
Some are new and polished and have a lock on them,
A lock with a key which i do not hold,
Will my prince come and unlock them for me?

And when he comes will he accept me for me,
The way I am or will he want me to change?
Will his love be conditional or unconditional...
If I don't change will he run and hide, turning his back,
Or will he embrace me the way I am,
Working with me hand in hand
To repair the damage that has been done
Replace the old doors, or maybe just build windows instead...
Can I be strong enough to make it until then?
Someday......