I\'ve been through doors that made me happy .
I\'ve gone through doors that made me sad .
Behind doors it did excite m .
Behind doors I\'ve cried .
Behind doors I saw my father .
As he lay so still when dead .
Behind doors I felt the sorrow .
As I lay upon his bed .
Too late to say I\'m sorry .
The words for him or I to say .
We stood by what we thought was right .
I stand by it every day .
His door to life is closed now.
But his memory is alway\'s there .
His leaving wasn\'t his choice .
It really wasn\'t fair .
I still talk to my father .
No better one could I find .
Because he\'s not here in person .
He is alway\'s in my mind.