The human heart
Broken
Whole
Old
Young
We all at some point
Put a lock upon it
Some do it because of hurt
Or fear
And hope
That someone out there
Holds our Key

Each lock though is different
The metal changes
Some are made of soft metals
Some as hard at diamond
Some are see through
Some are tainted with evil
Begging to have the seal broken
Others are pure and innocent
Fearful of being broken

Our keys are just as different
The only one we are given
It never has a name with it
No instruction guide
You'll never know until
It is in front of you what to do with it
And even then the key
Maybe not belong to the lock
That you think it does

But one thing is for sure
When the lock and key belong
To the right people
A Beautiful Love blossoms
And it shines to the whole world

Sometimes the road of life
Leads to some cities and towns
You don't wanna go to
Some are the big smog filled cities
Some are the deserted ghost towns
Filled with all the things that
An innocent child's nightmares are made of

These places are uncomfortable
They make us want to hide
Run.
Our thoughts are all different
But they have the same purpose
We roam down the road of life
Sometimes fast at times slow
But the road keeps going

We are brought to places
We don't want to be
But we are never brought to places
That have no exit
There is always another place

When our path finally does end
It is never in one of those places
Fear and hostility are
No where to be found at the end of time
Peace and serenity
When we finally leave our path
Where our human form can no longer walk
*We are home.