Skeletons and Lost Hearts

My door can't stay shut there's too much in the way... The Skeletons are many and some need to have their say.... You can cover a scar but the eyes know what's true... Friendly fire knocked down the good as lost hearts were few... Life takes a broom and sweeps away the mess... Where good and bad fight it out with no time for rest... The gates will open if your heart reads true... Or the handle will be pulled and down goes you...