Analysis of STAND

Here I stand like I have many times before, with doors closing while others open. My eyes and feet are tired, but somehow, I realize that people are not the only ones who are strange and need to be rearranged.

I  stand here counting the stars, and I know that the one that's shooting across the sky is mine to wish upon, and the universe is working for me, knocking at my door, telling me to open my mind so I will be able to see

I stand here in the night's moonlight that some may or may not read, but every day for it, I bleed, singing it in my battle song as I march along as one as an army of me no longer do i blindly see