A door was shut and buried underneath
Not just any door, but the kind that has these big dreams
When the door failed to open at sight
Windows were created to protect what already had its own might
Then some arrows shifted in, those of fortune
and those that the windows used to convince the door to open
Yet the door had its wisdom, and knew about the right time
It hadn't ever come out, yet it had anchored all from above
And then one day, after years of contemplation, and a belief in something
which hadn't been touched
lodged open, especially after months of guiding light
And then unravelled the journey which was going on,
it seems the door had been blooming
Only this time, the journey would end with a hand of roses
They would be red
And whilst this would be beautiful
It will be the long lasting experiences which truly matter
Because they brought a door here...
