The Lock
She wanders around
A lock in her hands
'Do you have the key? '
She quietly demands
She searches the world
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind
A couple of times
A few keys are forced
And from her lock to her heart
A pain starts to course
But she keeps on her search
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind
Sometimes she stumbles
Back to a guy
Who forces and fumbles
But she's already tried
And still she keeps searching
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind
And once in a while
She meets a man
With the skills of a locksmith
Who can unlock with his hands
But this is illusion
And the pain it still coursed
Ever still deeper
Than those that had forced
On goes the search
Trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind
One day she finds
A key- and it fits
But that key it broke off
And there did it sit
And the lock wouldn't open
And she lived with the pain
While the key stuck inside
Filled her with disdain
So she gives up the search
Of trying to find
The key that might fit
A lock of her kind
Then one day
The key... it's not there
But she still feels the pain
So she handles with care
The lock that's so damaged
Through to her core
She wonders if she could take
Any keys anymore
So she patiently guards
Wary to find
Another key that might fit
A lock of her kind