His hands are tied
With no way to free
He wants to help her
But doesn't think she can see
He tries to hold her
Let her know all is good
He feels like she won’t listen
He feels like she should
But what does he know?
He can’t see her mind
The things she is feeling
To her, he is blind.
It’s probably true
He can’t see her whole
She knows that he can’t
And it’s taking its toll
He feels like he’s lost
Doesn't know what to do
Her emotions, transparent
He sees them right through
Yet once in a while
He’ll see a small spark
A fire in the night
A light in the dark
Outstretched is his hand
To catch the small glimmer
Each second he waits
The light becomes dimmer
But when it’s in his hand
He can finally see
It’s a small piece of her
A piece of the key.