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

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