There is always something more
Behind every open and closed door
Theres lies a hidden substance
Waiting to be explored
Behind the forgotten smile
Lies the forgotten child
Wishing to be relived
Behind the angry glare
Lies the soul praying to be spared
Protecting itself the only way it knows how
Behind the hardest problem
Lies the greatest solution
Waiting to be found
Behind the anguishing pain
Lies the healing happiness
Waiting to be felt
Behind the concealing mask
Lies the troubled individual
Wishing to be understood
Behind the happy ending
Lies the hardest journey
Waiting for you to follow
Knowing this I promise you,
Behind every open and closed door
Lies something more.
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