A door is magic.
A passage to your dreams,
It’s a place to grant your wishes.

A door is hope,
A room of luck,
Waiting in belief.

A door is happiness,
A place to laugh,
To have fun.

A door is a portal,
To an enchanted world,
A dark lost forest.

Go and open the wardrobe of magic,
maybe you’ll see a magic world that will,
make your dreams come true,
see your future child or your future self

Go and open the door of sadness,
maybe you’ll see a puddle of tears,
a huge tear rolling down a giants face,
or a flood of tears dripping from the sky.

Go and the curtains of happiness,
maybe you will see the shining hot warming sun,
or a heart warming baby.

Go and open the box of joy,
maybe you’ll see a glistening beach,
a shiny diamond ring,
or the sea of joy.

Go and open the the door of hell,
maybe you’ll see blood dripping from the ancient curtains,
dead bodies lying on the floor
or a half dead person being hung by a deadly rope.

Go and open the present of thankfulness,
maybe you’ll smell the love,
or a buffet waiting on the table to be eaten,
or a magic angel waiting to grant your wishes.