The Key (redux)

I am in a dark room looking for a key
The lights are off, the shades are drawn
I can't see my hand in front of my face
I stumble over the furniture, the rugs, the chairs

I fall to the floor

On my hands and knees I look for the key
I grope in the dark, I am confused
My pulse quickens, I breathe rapidly I begin to panic

I need this key oh so desperately

I will always look for the key no matter what
for the key represents life
without the key my soul will die

After all it is the key to your heart...

(originally posted March 13, 2009)
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