The Key - Contest
Rattling sound prevails
As he walks the corridor
Trying each cell door
the inmates inside flinch ...
Dreading the sound of that turning key
as door opens inch by inch
Thinking happier times
When love heralded its own key
Happy lovely days
When hearts were as one, so why
did I kill her in that cowardly way.
She was ill, no cure, too many tears to cry
I dream of a holiday by the sea
Boats a bobbing as we walked the quay wall
Hearts beating as one, so much in love
Hand in hand we walked life's way
That was our last holiday together
Time has stood still, that quay, holds the key.
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