When was it that I locked my heart?
And threw away the key.
When was it that I chose to part
from my desire to be free?
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When Was It?
When was it that I locked my heart?
And threw away the key.
When was it that I chose to part
from my desire to be free?
When was it that I chose to stay
on life's well traveled highway?
I used sometimes to hope and pray
For the strength to walk a different way
I denied myself the right to be free
And now, to conform, I must live with me
The way that others want me to be.
I sometimes wish I could find that key.