The Keys Are The Hearts That Unlock The Doors The Unlocked Revolution feels like it is soon to be unlocked. I count up the minutes and stare at the clock. Desperately, I search for a key, Journeying here and there. I feel the energy rising, It’s bound the lead somewhere. The road is my home, it is my heart, Calling me to roam, and guess on where to start. I have talked to homeless people Who gave me the last of their food, And taught me how to live on the streets, People that society considers crazy, But there is truth in their stream of distant thought, Being all they have to give. The value of their memory is a spiritual treasure for me, I wonder if they see the end coming. Did they snap in shock because it just seemed so unreal, Or did they flee to the Underground before society falls still, And the battle begins, Ready or not, at any given spot, Prepared to kill, prepared to kneel, And serve God, confide in God, And share the predictions of this time of prophesy. Some say I walk a road to nowhere, There is a misprint on their map. I jump into the unknown And the others just stand back. They haven’t got a clue Where to find the missing part. The only thing we need to bring Is the key that is our hearts. The only thing we need to bring Is the key that is our hearts.
