The Halls
I've been down many halls,
Not quite sure I've seen them all.
The ones I'm sure I have seen
Were not at all the least bit serene.
I've traveled down some with little light,
Not a lot of hope nor an ounce of fight.
As I walked onward into the light,
I felt hand upon my shoulder that would offer insight.
I searched my soul from inside and out,
Looking on the inside to see what I was about.
Turning to this friend I had suddenly felt,
I reached out my hand and asked for help.
It took me a while to see the insight,
It was I who could make the halls bright.
