Golden Key.

Pale mummified lips pressed together too tight.
Distracting you from the rights and wrongs.
Bound with the chains, that lock life forever.
With the golden key only then shall you be free.

Pale nimble hands interlocked ready to fight.
Opposing your opinions of what's wrong from right.
Here you hold a book of lies locked front to back.
With the golden key only then shall you be free.

Faith has it out for you only it can decide.
It's not easy saying who lives and who dies.
Silver cuffs decrease your will to be moved.
With the golden key only then shall you be free.

Choose your life long path on the road of failure.
Pick life from death, or what's right from wrong.
Follow those steps you will receive one golden key.
And only then shall you be free.

© Megan Wheeler 2006