The thief, the liar
The cheat, the sneak
We like to think
We are not these
But every heart
Holds many keys
To doors that we
Cannot forsee
The broken heart
Can steer us wrong
To places where
We don’t belong
The hurt, the pain
We can’t endure
Can our heads
At times obscure
Inside us all
Resides a light
Inside us all
Resides the night
So hold the keys
To life anew
And lock the doors
To dark and gloom