In this dark corridor,
There are a million doors
Some hidden by the dark
While some are wide open
And then there are few which are locked
The doors that were never opened
Sealed with lock and key
But at the end of this corridor,
A white light awaits us
A light so blinding that all our worries are forgotten
A light that shines on the darkened doors
Not yet opened
But as the light illuminates these doors,
They'll lead us somewhere
Somewhere better
Friendship is that light
That shines on all of us
Making the dark bearable.
-z
