I can't seem to find the answers,
they're strewn across the floor.
One clue leads to another,
and another leads to more.
I never seem to find happiness,
no matter how hard I look.
I've searched for it through people,
I've looked for it in books.
None of it makes any sense,
so I'm begging you for help.
So I'll just keep on trudging,
until I find it within myself.
To fight another moment,
means to suffer awhile more.
My fingertips calloused and bloodied,
prying open heaven's door.
I have no idea who I am,
or why he's chosen me.
I'm just the lonely locksmith,
the one who holds no keys.


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