Walk the corridors of my mind
seek the dungeons of my soul
Tell me how bad I am
Then throw away the key.
Travel the terrors of my past
cut the ribbons from my eyes
Tell me I am punishable
Then throw away the key.
Open the windows of my life
sprinkle salt upon my wounds
Tell me it's all for my own good
Then throw away the key.
TeAnne © Sept. 26. 1998