To Unlock And To Knock Out

Who really...
Has the key.
And, who really...
Believes with positivity,
Kept that's released.
Today with times confusing minds who really,
Has the key...
To open all the doors to boot out all of the grief.

Packed on backs until they crack,
Are bearers of grief.
Holding on and moanin' begging for some relief.

With shoulders hunched they can't stand up,
Are bearers of grief.
Just-a holding on and moanin' begging for some relief.

Again, who really,
Has the key...
To open all the doors to boot out all of the grief.

And they keep their hold on hope that somethin',
Gives them relief.
To free them from grief.
Oh yes they keep their hold on hope that somethin',
Gives them relief.
To free them from grief.
But who has the key!
To unlock and to knock out all the grief to defeat.

Packed on backs until they crack,
Are bearers of grief.
Holding on and moanin' begging for some relief.

With shoulders hunched they can't stand up,
Are bearers of grief.
Just-a holding on and moanin' begging for some relief.

Again, who really,
Has the key...
To open all the doors to boot out all of the grief.
To unlock and to knock out.
To unlock and to knock out.
To unlock and to knock out all the grief to defeat.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

This piece has almost a lyrical feel to it's rythym. Would make great lyrics now that I've reread it again!