Key
Black mask black gloves As I look like a thief in the night.
Irreplaceable items took as you put up a fight.
But one in particular your reluctant to let go.
As you say no the tears in your eyes start to show.
I put my ear to it as I hear its mangled and dismantled clamber.
Locked away tight in a box with no visible signs of tamper.
Thoughts are racing asking myself is this what I came for?
It’s broken to bits, is that why the pain is stored.
Tired from the struggle we fall to the floor.
And that’s when I asked you what are you keeping this for.
You told me I keep it lock away because how fragile its become.
Our hands on the box gleaming at each other we know it’s begun
It felt as days then weeks and months went passed
As we held that boxes of shattered past.
Determination is the key as I thought to myself.
What lies in this box will give me so much wealth.
A better understanding of a man and his role
And I know it will give me a sense of control
As I lay on that cold hard floor I think to myself is it worth it and started to quit
In that same thought the sweat from your hands loosened your grip, I saw the key in your palm starting to slip. On the cold hard floor the key then hit.
I grab that key and the box and fled out the door,
And ran to my home and open the box on the floor.
Hundreds if not thousands of pieces fell to the floor.
And with my glue gun and pieces I started to restore.
Each and every piece was so delicate and fragile
With countless cuts on my hand it’s like I were in battle.
But there was no stopping as many made one
And by the end of this project I knew what I have done.
I got up to leave to search for who I had stolen this from.
And as I opened the door there she was but her head was hung.
She said I followed you here the first time you fled I was with you
Through the pain on you hands as you bled. And as we laid on the cold hard floor you listen to me like no ones ever done before.
My thief in night but persistent from the start.
Most tried and all failed but you stole my heart
