• I hold the key

    I hold the key

    I hold the key

    This key, this key
    What does it unlock?
    I stare down at it in my shaking hands.

    Silver

    Copper

    Solid gold

    It was a metal I had never seen before
    And will never come across again
    Given to me by an angel.

    An angel

    Was it an angel?

    Angels wouldn't hurt me like this

    I wasn't stabbed, nor shot, nor broken, but I was still hurt
    I was conflicted
    The possibilities, oh the possiblilities, the options were killing me

    The key

    The key

    The key to a heart

    Who's heart? Not mentioned.
    The key to someone's heart
    But I don't know who's heart has the right keyhole.

    Who's heart?

    Who's heart?

    Who's heart?

    So much thinking, but who said love was easy?
    Love has many keyholes
    But my key has yet to find the right lock...