Through the Dark

Through the dark, Their is a door, Where no one has ever been before, And through that door, Is something unknown, For we don’t know if it is home, My home is leaving, Through that door, Will they ever come back, That’s a question for, Oh they left, On to the next, Is there another door, It's so complex, If they come back, Will they need me less, Will they notice i’m here, Or will I disappear, I haven't a clue, What that door will bring, But our minds are so full, Of frightful things, My life so dull, Without my home, I find no comfort, When you say, “I promise to come home…”