With me in hand, you walk this land searching for thee.
From a lament to a plea.
Shall you ever be set free?
I cannot forsee nor can I guarantee, no sirree.
Though I know you don't need their sympathy, may you take my gee?
Have me in hand and you shall see, a door, so go through and be free.
You may disagree to leave me, however I shall watch you succeed through the keyhole for I am your trustee, to your secrets you hold in that diary, the trustee to your heart and to that door, so go now and leave me.
My decree is this key that is me.
I hope you agree to our finale promise, that you won't need me.
I'll set you free so don't be trapped again, now say goodbye for this is the last time you flee