Tell me the truth,
And i will let you through,
There are many thing,
You can do to improve.
Are you feeling sad,
Of the mistakes you've made.
Oh! don’t feel bad,
For you will get aid..
All you have to do,
Is to see that your memories don’t fade...
And i will come, In your dreams,
To relieve your screams,
Take the pain away,
If you are true at heart.
I am the keeper of the keys,
Of the doors to happiness.
There is no better remorse,
Than forgiving yourself.
So tell me how you feel,
When i tell you this,
A train to catch,
You must not miss.
You already have done,
Enough damage.
Retrace your steps,
To undo it all...
And when you are true at heart,
Come to me, thats a start,
Of a new person, a new being,
To realise, you won’t need me.
I am the keeper of the keys,
Of the doors to happiness.
There is no better remorse,
Than forgiving yourself.
Coz though I am the keeper,
The doors are always open,
They jingle only when the unworthy arrive,
The locks in their minds, to be broken...
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