many have walked through these halls.
four years they spend, all in all.
mistakes have been made.
friends come to aid.
lovers break hearts.
their worlds fall apart.
the paint on these walls.
they beckon these calls.
calls from those before.
from the ones of days of lore.
generations embedded in.
these walls can't close in.
for the history behind the doors,
should last forevermore.
