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The Prison of the Keys
And now I've lost my papers, My passport and my wife, The very essence of My identity and life. My bank account is empty, My cloths and garments sold, My skin and bones are ashes, Spread thin on the open road. My old car's broken down, No wheels to touch the floor, The motor been dismantled, Stripped clean down to the core. The bailiffs and the policemen, Have emptied my abode, The promises I made you, Have been auctioned out and sold. The love I hold within me, Is all that I now have left, The rest is bleak illusion, The bind man and the deaf. The imaginary people , I thought were my friends, Have left the scene forever, As the road of life does bend. And now I stand alone, Upon this lonely hill, I gaze upon the meanings, The years have silently killed. In the roaring storms of thunder, In the lightning in the night, In the whispering of the children, In the white doves lonely flight. In the dust of many ages, That has settled on my soul, In the ashes of my humanity, That has filled my begging bowl. The ancient breeze is blowing, Calling me to my knees, To behold the light within me, In the prison of the keys. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
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