What If

Walked out in the road Tired feet carrying a heavy load The whole world I wander Stuck in my head I ponder What if life had been something more? What if I was the key but never unlocked my own door? What can be said of a tired wretch? Living on the streets with no home, and no bed We all have dreams Even if it's just being fed What if life had been something more? If my key was cracked could I still open the door? Let me open up the door What if death was nothing more Than returning the key and returning the door The key is back on the shelf once more