In your hand you hold a key,
That key opens up a beat.
And from the beat comes a pulse,
That pulse is a heart you meet,
That heart belongs to a soul,
That soul tied to a flesh,
The flesh was given life,
That life was filled with stress,
With stress come pain and anguish,
And that anguish creates the shame,
Shame of being human,
Human blood courses thru the veins,
The veins carry the loneliness,
Loneliness dwells apon the chest,
The chest takes in the love,
The love creates the jest.
And in this jest comes worry,
Worries carry to the mind,
The mind turns all of it into hope,
Hope carries down the spine.
The spine take on the nerves,
And sends signals to your hands,
And with your hand, you create a key,
And it all begins again.