She carries a locket around her neck
Gold chain, rusted and a little bent
It opens up to a man she’ll never forget
Near her heart, she has no regret.
Delicate girl with the stem of a rose
She embraces the thorns with the perfume nose
There is good and evil, so the story goes
In her heart house are secrets that nobody knows.
Guided by light and the love in her eyes
She unhooks the locket to his great surprise
Her heart house is roomy with benevolent skies
For now, though, she doesn’t have space for his lies.
Instead she replaces the photograph
With a warm, sunny dawn that once made her laugh
Spirits swirl around her, releasing her trap
Ensnared for so long — The locket’s her map.
Her heart has a home
Her soul, free to roam
Into the knowing unknown —