A room fill of people and a heart full of hope
Pulling on my mind like a worn out rope.
Faces undistinguished prove a possibility unwon.
Thankful for sight, but tortured by the one.
The one will save me without being asked.
The one who is unseeable.  The one I just passed?
Tortured by mystery is a sad case to lead
Impossible to stop because waiting is the key.
The key to freedom, and the key to unlock.
But where is the key to this neverending clock?