When I was a young girl I found a key.
It was grey and old and very dusty.
My mother frowned and father too
They asked "what use is this for you?"
I didn't know.
Nor did I care.
All I knew that it was lucky and not to be shared.
So I sat locked in my room for day after day.
Dreaming and hoping my young life away.
And I clutched that key and held it with all I had.
While parents convinced that I had gone mad.
But I stayed and I was safe
Nothing ever hurt me
All thanks to one old grey