The Keys to Heaven's Gates
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.