The Other Side of the Door


I am standing at a big, black door.
Secretly, I pray there is a lock.
The other side awaits either peace or war.

Down the ghastly corridor,
I resist the urge to knock.
I am standing at a big, black door.

There are smokey walls and a crystal floor,
This glass house has an abundance of rock.
The other side awaits either peace or war.

You're the salt that I put into my sore.
If time heals, I must have a broken clock.
I am standing at a big, black door.

"Will there be Heaven or bloodshed and gore?"
My own mind begins to mock.
The other side awaits either peace or war.

I reach out my hand as I shake at my core.
I turn the doorknob, it's too late now to stop.
I am standing at a big, black door.
The other side awaits either peace or war.

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