The Keys to Heaven's Gates

Tue, 07/02/2019 - 21:56 -- A Finch

The mountains are black shadowy peaks

Their valleys lined with snow soft and deep.

No birds or trees inhabit this place

To most it’s an empty desolate waste.

 

Despite the country’s shortfalls

Music from the Mts tumbles

It’s a lonely place starved of people 

But I’ve yet to find a haven equal.

 

These keys black and white

Are the keys to Heaven’s gates.

These keys black and white 

Deliver me from the silence I hate.

 

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