A lock without a key

Cold, bitten, waiting at the door

Rain like the universe’s tears streaming down his cheeks

He knows rejection—it's known him from the start

You see, forgiveness is his revenge on himself

Mountains like monuments waiting

But his door is shut, locked, and bolted.

He thought he knew a friend

But it was really his own fear

Oh, it swells up inside and works its way out

Ever outward, never escaping.

His anger is his confinement.

The chains he can’t break on his own

Wrap around his soul, and others

Oh, the people watch scornfully

Shivering, the only warmth is his breath

The only heart still burning is his soul

But he is a fire burning cold, snuffed with beach sand

Deprived of control

Bitten by emotion, scarred by happiness

A lock without a key.