Hiding in the dark, within this place.
A shadow lurks thats hard to face.
It whispers pain, and shows me dread.
It keeps me ill, and underfed.
Inside these walls, lives much dispair.
Abject malaise, that wont repair.
These rooms they haunt, not by the dead.
By regret, mistakes, things left unsaid.
The things I've done, cannot be changed.
They haunt me still, leave me deranged.
The past is painful, but Im sure I'll cope.
There's room left empty, so I have hope.
So as I move, from door to door.
I keep calm, in the corridor.
With every venture, day by day.
I'll learn to make this pain allay.
I Will unlock each door above.
And with that Will, myself to love.