Two doors
One open, one closed
One closed, one open
For generations they have stayed
One waiting to be closed,
One waiting to be opened.
Two peaceful doors
One strong
One intelligent
Both two very special doors
Both very powerful
One waiting to be closed,
One waiting to be opened.

I visited these doors
One talked to me without speaking
I tried to open the other but it wouldn’t let me
One sound of the creaking door,
Said a thousand words
One man,
One women,
Both living,
Both hiding from the cruel outside world.
You may not know it yet,
But these two are people
Just like you and me.