There is a house in my head
Too many rooms for me to see
Yet nowhere to hide
Not for me
There are rooms filled with joy
And others with fear
There is a room with us fishing
One with us fighting
There is a room of dreams
One of nightmares
There is a room of promises
One of lies
This one full of potential
That one full of doubt
This door has many locks
Yet all of them broken
Behind comes screams
Crying beyond counting
Here is a door open
But nothing inside
There is a door to be seen
At the end of the hall
Light shines around it
No lock to be seen
The door starts to open
Warmth fills the air
I step through this door
And find peace there
This Is Me 