Keys

Keys,
We Use Them Everyday,
To Unlock Ones Heart Or Another Emptiness,
Nobody Really Cares,

Each Door Opened,
Will You Ever Find The Way Home,
Chances Are Slim To Return,
Just Waiting To Find The Correct Door

When You Return Home,
It Is Filled With Only Emptiness,
Can You Really Consider This Home,
Something Is Not Right

Nothing The Same,
Sitting There With The Keys,
Knowing Those Keys Won't Turn The Hands Of Time,
Keys Would Soon Rust,
Maybe Until Then We Won't Ever Find A Place Called Home