The Key

I hung my dreams on lines to air

Above gray clouds of sad despair

In hopes the winds of Fate would send

The key to open and transcend

Life's mysteries and constant care.

But as my young life changed and grew

My fancy quest for dreams was through.

The mystery of love evolved

And with it, hopes and dreams were solved

- My key to happiness was you.

© 2004 Marilyn Fabricatore