Crooked doors
Sad faces
A story living their lives
Every door has a key
Even ones that no longer open
Sad eyes that seen history die
Second chances
Hearing the torment of hell
The screams of the fated
An accidental crime
In the wreckage of such promise
Sad eyes look on
Sad faces roll with the punches
Spending so much time with strangers
The misery of the familiar
In the land of broken promises
A stagnant decline
Building something new
Out of the old
A key to a broken
door
Arguing with the wind
Looking at the past through key holes
Through a door that will not open
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