| Keys |
| Where are the keys to my head It is like my brain is locked away I might as well be dead I can't understand myself today My twisted mind has been fed But it hasn't seen the light of day For so long...It has just stayed in bed But it is coming out, one or another way All of these burdens they have been shed Yes this is how I feel on this day I couldn't care less about the words been said But, I need someone to help me along the way 'Cause a chord of three strands isn't quickly seperated David C. Bailey July 12, 2002 |