Old Whisky

Down goes another glass of 12 year old sorrow

my mind walking down a dark alley way
in the town of my memories
its starting to rain
or is it tears, tears i haven't cried -
I haven't cried when I should have

I am going up thousand steps
until my legs hurt
or is it pain, pain I haven't felt
I haven't felt when I should have

Pour another 12 year old
Golden in colour like the sun
or is it warmth, warmth I haven't felt
I haven't felt when I should have

There is a door
should I open it or is it opening me
the door is locked, locked by a key of my soul
will I ever find it


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