TuneTrack

The Key
by Emily Richards

Your hate moves like a freight train
Steady with a heavy weight
Barreling down for many years
Delivering loads of pain
Refueling again and again
Any hope caught in your smoke just disappears
It’s your turn

You draw a hard line in the sand
Make them walk a wire when they’re much too young to stand
Over your chasm revenge widens everyday
The innocent say, “hey now, love’s the only way”

It’s your turn to say you’re sorry
Your turn to fall down on your knees
Maybe you’ll learn that you’ve been hurting
The ones that you love more than me
It’s your turn

Set yourself free, you hold the key
Set yourself free, what will be will be

You assess a lofty fare (for your grief train),
With thorns barricading all the roads from here to there
Where our diamonds in the rough
Are suddenly growing up
Your scorn crown and bitter cup are now theirs to bear

It’s your turn to say you’re sorry
Your turn to fall down on your knees
Maybe you’ll learn that you’ve been hurting
The ones that you love more than me

Set yourself free, only you hold the key
Set yourself free, what will be will be
Set yourself free, only you hold the key