As I walk down the rain-driven road
What do I see but a small piece of hope?
A lost bit of silver
Shaped to belong to only one place
However far, However near
You'll find your place.
Small metal key sliding in your palm
It may fall and it may go
But I promise, the place is still there
Dents and scars are not enough
To keep you away from your destiny
The destiny that fits only you
Only you and your soul.
And I promise, the purpose awaits you
For only you can open the door.
Maybe not this life or the next
But the door remains closed
Until your time.