Stepping across the threshold, my mind captures a world
An enemy follows close behind.
The shadows track my progress along the stretching room
And the long lost mothers scream their hate
Stepping forward nervously, yet eager to get through the light,
The stabbing creeping light,
The light which tracks my progress before the stretching gloom
And the long lost daughters scream their fear
Stepping towards the goal my tongue is stilled in my head
The enemy farther behind
The watching eyes track my progress from the stretching hand
And the long lost brothers weep their tears
Stepping eagerly now away from the light, away from the knives
The enemy now left behind.
The welcoming arms encourage my progress through the creeping doom
And my long lost Father holds me near.