The human heart
Broken
Whole
Old
Young
We all at some point
Put a lock upon it
Some do it because of hurt
Or fear
And hope
That someone out there
Holds our Key

Each lock though is different
The metal changes
Some are made of soft metals
Some as hard at diamond
Some are see through
Some are tainted with evil
Begging to have the seal broken
Others are pure and innocent
Fearful of being broken

Our keys are just as different
The only one we are given
It never has a name with it
No instruction guide
You'll never know until
It is in front of you what to do with it
And even then the key
Maybe not belong to the lock
That you think it does

But one thing is for sure
When the lock and key belong
To the right people
A Beautiful Love blossoms
And it shines to the whole world