I've found the key I've been searching for,
but i find it hard to believe what i find behind the door,
its hard to believe when things have lost there meaning
time is lost in untangling the webs of deceit ever lasting
only the things that come and go, hold truth but
nobody knows what they should or should not hold onto
theres so much misery;
how did we the people create this by being free,
in our hearts we have strength to step over fear lying ahead,
but yet in our minds we aim for true perfection, an impossible task
and now our hearts have bled
for we as people,
have a voice of hearts open within us, but yet
we dream are dreams alone in bed, and give it all, all the time
for just one step ahead
but when your final days arrive, you'll have to accept
your mind is lost and your heart has bled
a foreboding thought, as you lay one last time, in one last bed
may the heavens have mercy
i bid you god bless
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