By Nancy, angelx3@rocketmail.com
Date: 7 February 1998

The Key

The Key

At a time when all seemed wrong
When the joy had left and there was no more song
A little lock placed upon my heart
Not even willing a brand new start
The cold sad days tucked far away
Never again will I want to play

Then you came along, and in by a storm
Your touch so soft and so very warm
I felt in an instant the lock, it stirred
And a feeling of hope had truly occured
The key to the lock I could not find
You held out your hand, it was there all the time