Hidden Keys

I been down that road before . . . losing direction, deep in thought . . . Not about what could be ours but rather what it is we've got. There seems nothing to be gained in the lost riddles of the past; Cast the demons to the sea, hold good memories in your grasp. Somewhere further down the road you'll find a house on solid ground; There's only one mystery . . . in that the keys need to be found. Many have passed by this way, having left footprints in the frost; They may be amongst the ones who might now be forever lost. The fields in the distance have held the crops of yesteryear, They have fed the multitudes who had travelled from far and near. Those whom tended to the growth passed their knowledge on to the young; Each can only hold out hope they will continue what was begun. As the road continues on you meet the searchers here and there, Everyone looks to the door and there is tension in the air. Some had searched the solid ground, others crawled o'er the crop furrows; Everywhere seemed to be searched to the depths of badger's burrows. As the sun sets in the west you think about those keys once more; Long ago it was rumoured that they opened salvation's door. The secret had been held tight, well hidden in the evensong; The singers know that those keys were held in your heart all along.