The Key

I write to find a key
To a door I cannot see
Leading to another kind of life
Of ease for me and my wife

I write to find a way
To make it through another day
To ease the worry in my mind
Uncertain what each day will find

Maintaining a smile out the outside
Trying to keep a sense of pride
Inside I'm fighting the dark
Quiet, do you hear that?  Hark!

Perhaps I thought the answer was there
Running out of moments to spare
The stress and anxiety must wane
I try to hold on to what's left that's sane