keys to the known

4th poem i made

freinds are the locks on the doors

they seek what you hide

either good, bad or in between

they respect your honor

no matter your ego, size is nothing

they fix your repairs

shame on all of your blame

is that how they win the game?

make amends to all the strangers

remove all of the world's dangers

love for them could lie to others?

im sorry can heal only half the wound

actions may do the rest if assumed

the world is your battle

unite and conquer the fears with your enemies

and let your allies rest for they are your keys

dont lose them keep caution

or you can never escape what lyes ahead