My-Lock

April 27, 2010
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If my weapon dropped how so,

Still shall I keep moving on though?

My thoughts would start to flow through me,

Now I’m thinking now I know.



After many years now I see,

My sacred weapon was a key,

It has dropped upon the white seal,

I stay still and let myself be,



Now I must begin to heal,

Let all know of how I feel,

No longer shall I think a sin,

Things are becoming oh-so real,



At last I can finally win,

Now I look back and in the end,

It was all my paper and pen,

It was all my paper and pen.





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