Plenty are the locks
fastening my soul
plenty are the chains
imprisoning my heart
Locks made of past
chains made of future
Plenty are the codes
puzzling my mind
plenty are the laws
binding my spirit
limiting my failures
Codes made of logic
Laws made of fear
And so I went
to the world
trying to open
Somebody else’s doors
trying to pick
somebody else’s locks
Yet the locks I forced
and the chains I tore
were nothing
but another chain of my own
plenty are the locks
fastening our souls
plenty are the chains
imprisoning our hearts
The locks are many
but the key is one.
The locks are
many
but the key is
one.