The locks were tightly, wrapped around her heart

She remained silent, as it tears ourselves apart

Quietly she sits, on her homemade quilted soft bed

Unknown thoughts, and unseen visions in her head

Unsung musical tunes, played forgotten ancient song

The still dancers are waiting, for the music to get along

This is coming up, on the fourth unbelievable silent years

I am getting tired of being, the key bearer with the tears

The dark lightless sun has crept away, taking it beauty light

There must be a key to open her soul, taking away the fright

What can I do more, to break my love of this inner pain

She has locked herself away, leaving our love in vain

One last forgotten try, with a whisper and a play of a love tune today

That was hidden away in a gold box, letting her voice sing and play