As I grew older, so did my desire to have my own home. And I must work so hard so I can afford a spacious, comfortable place that I can call my sanctuary.
The revolving door keeps working Various characters come and go Whatever role they’ll be playing Relative, friend, lesson, or foe
The constant revolving door brings People who will carry your burden They’ll inspire you to keep walking When you fail, they’ll easily pardon
The constant revolving door brings People who’ll gain your very trust Then break your heart without warning Dispose of the shards if they must
The constant revolving door brings People who’ll boil your very blood Who’ll blind you from wisely thinking You’ll want to push them to the mud
The constant revolving door brings People who’ll bring both joy and woe Like life, you’ll feel both of those things Choose if you want the bond to grow
The constant revolving door brings Vibrant beings or haunting ghosts They’ll make you feel you’re worth loving Or bring moments that make you choke
The constant revolving door brings People with temporary roles While their limited time might sting Their lessons feed the mind and soul
The revolving door keeps spinning Various figures that come and go Whatever role they are playing They’ll be there ‘til the final show