Blessed Minutes

One hours action in a night of blessed minutes
The Sun, the day was given to another mind

I hold myself tight as I understand
The next time for change has come

Down the stairs to the inner room
I want to turn around, I'm scared to look
Released once more
But still I can't walk up again

Must I always wait for

Lead me to another door, the other opening
Hold my hand so I can see
Who are you that I beg for help?