Keyless Waltz

Blindfolded in a freshly painted room
Looking for the key to a lock she can’t see
Four walls of bright color only seen by the moon
Searching gets her nothing but stains you can’t see
She’s growing weary from taking chances
Hopeful leaps of hope only to fall
Every time she’s happy she dances
But comes to find she’s imagined it all

Wondering why they’ve all left her to dance alone
And why even she doesn’t know what she seeks
All she wants is the one to call her home
She wants to taste wonder of which everyone speaks

Shes still stumbling looking to get into her own heart
In all the songs and stories she just wants a part