I started working at youth center that was remodeled by the wolves around 5 years ago, and I noticed a poem by Rashad McCants on the wall I thought I would share.
Am I trapped in the wadrobe, no lion, no witch?
No clothes no doors just a light
And that shining light under the door is a star
to be born to be born a man no longer a boy
But if that door is locked and that key is lost then that star isn't a star
That star is a light under the door
Just another light under another door
Shine light shine
But only for so long you ignore that sound of a hungry bloodhound
Scratching clawing biting through that door
He's going to get to the other side even if he has to burst through that door.
Denying his presence makes him hot like the earths core
Its unbelievable doubt on the otherside
but his screaming creates more doubt it's scary to see the destruction he'll do when through the door