He looked to the left, then looked to the right

Who could have thought, this would so much strife

He never thought before what pressure it could be

To do something simple, but others would disagree

He opened the car door and slammed it close

He thought no one was watching, but what did he know

He walked across the streat avoiding visous stares

He climed up the  steps, he knew it was there

All he had to do, was follow his gut

He knew it was right, he let the door shut

And just one thing was left, he thought he would never do

He had sworn to his mother, and father too

His hand reached the handle, a bead of sweat ran down his eye

After all it was july

He said one two three and pulled on the handle

The church door flew open, he could one bright candle

He walked to pew, and bowed to pray

He dropped to his knees, pushing everything away

He had done, had conquered his only feer

But why had it taken him thirty three years?