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there are keys to rusted locks that won't open closet doors 
where skeletons still resided 
in the naked light I saw the man i'd become
from the pains to the delights
the hope and hates 
all just weights on a the scale
without knowing which way the scale will fall 
I just keep moving forward reaching out for chances 
that have long since expired
praying prayers to any who would listen

but knowing that they may or may not 
be heard
god grant her the understanding to still love Me 
even when I'm gone