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Keys Of Life
Why is my life like this,
Standing here in open bars,
With nothing to get me out,
Only the keys to keep me in,
One key to help when times are bad,
One key to protect me,
One key to keep me seing the light,
Then there are the keys I found,
The keys to get me out,
One key to put me down,
One key for me to hurt others,
And the last to help me see,
The Swarthiness in my heart,
I have both sets,
I have used them both,
Now i must decide,
People person,
Or a Loner,
The side of good,
The side of evil,
For what I chose is permanent
The keys of life,
Are in my hands,
Its up to me,
What set i chose.
 Salad of the Dead · Tue May 08, 2007 @ 08:42pm · 0 Comments |
