The Key
Locked in a cage, all by herself
She keeps screaming out for help
As loudly as she can
But the key is in her hands
People walk by, rattle the door
Try to open and free her for
The sight is hard to stand
But the key is in her hands
She keeps her fist closed, falls down to the ground
Lets her eyes close, she never found
That her prison was self-imposed and
That the key was in her hands
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