The Key

A face of cheer and one to trust
A glimpse of sadness through each thrust
She holds the key that no man can posess
It is in her very nature to guard it between her breasts
Blood will spill tonight
Required in the noble war
Action is required to serve a golden door
No man can turn about the light
Hold it close my dear provoking not a fight
Certainty holds your youth to prove it from within
Strength resides inside, no mask will help you win
Lift your treasure high, seek not a second glance
Keep your key close, protecting it in the rain
Lift your golden spirit and free the ones in pain


(Dedicated to my dear mother P.S.)