Doors

I'm in a room with many doors
Many of which I can't ignore
Through one door is pain and fear
While the other ones remain unclear

When I enter one I come right back
To try another and get back on track
How many more must I open
How many more before this curse is broken

Maybe this curse isn't a curse after all
Maybe you have to look behind the walls
I look to the wall near the door before last
And I see a new door that I've haven't seen in the past

I open the door and I see no fear
Nothing but joy, happiness, and sky's of clear
Things may be rough, but there's one thing for sure
Through all the darkness there's always a cure