I am held under lock and key
Only, where the key is
No one knows
No one can come in
Nothing comes out
Until I find that key
The lock is rusting
From years of being untouched
And the tears cried inside
The key is shining
Polished everyday by someone
Hoping to find its rusting lock
I am held under lock and key
No one can come in
Nothing comes out
© Krystal Roberts
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