THE KEYS

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Do I hear your laughter,

or is it a just a dream?

Is that you, my darling,

or does it only seem?

I still can hear the echoes,

of coins and of your keys?

An echoed tuneful whistle,

or wind whistling through the trees.

 

Is that a foot on the stair,

or key in the door,

Resounding old memories

I need so much more.

Just the ghost of an echo,

and an ethereal past,

You bound me with chains,

and forged them to last.

 

You are holding the key

although we are apart,

Please unlock the chains

to this cold broken heart.

Heaven can’t live,

on this lonely old earth.

For you left with the key

which imprisoned my mirth.

 

Yes one day my darling,

we will meet again,

When you give back the key

which has locked in this pain,

With angelic wings,

we will live in the stars,

Forgetting earths heartaches,

all memories and scars.

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