The Key Poem by Shyanne Morreau

failing to exhale these poisenous thoughts
hearing your words knowing their never lost
wasting away my time wanting you voice
and nobody realizes this is my choice
this is like a sweet redemption
saving me from my own lost intentions
just wanting you to know that im always here
and i know that deep down you have those fears
of losing me lost inside of my soul
and lost i am not only you will ever know
kuz somewhere there in the palm of your hand
is a key baried deep in the warm sunlit sand
and surely you know that its to my heart
and lost i am not my life is about to start