Golden key

​(Verse 1 - Sadness/Reflection)
The clock hand moves like molasses on the wall,
Seven years behind this fence, I watched the seasons fall.
This box I called a home, now just a painful memory,
I trade a thousand yesterdays for just one chance to flee.
If I could rewind the tape, unbreak the promises I made,
Erase the night, and stop the choices that took my light away, I would trade, I would trade.
I miss my dad, his steady hand, the comfort of his gaze,
And my stepmom’s kind of strength that lit my younger days.
​(Chorus - Hope/Inspiration)
But these stone walls were the anvil where a broken soul was fixed,
I never saw a better me, a life less mixed.
They say you keep what you have by giving it away,
I lost my freedom just to earn a brand new day.
This new foundation’s built on grit, on lessons burned so deep,
And a single, simple truth I swore I’m bound to keep:
I’m broken, yes, but not destroyed, my spirit starts to mend,
I need a chance, I just need a chance, to be my better end.
​(Verse 2 - Hiding the Pain/Commitment to Change)
They see the smile I plaster on, the one that never cracks,
But that’s the iron shield I wear against the heart attacks.
I hide the emptiness inside, the silence in my soul,
A cavity that only you, my children, can make whole.
They say that kind of pain is only known by those who mourn,
A mother’s heart ripped out and left upon a thorn.
But prison changed my life, it stripped me to the core,
And now I know what I was fighting for, and so much more.
​(Chorus - Hope/Inspiration)
And these stone walls were the anvil where a broken soul was fixed,
I never saw a better me, a life less mixed.
They say you keep what you have by giving it away,
I lost my freedom just to earn a brand new day.
This new foundation’s built on grit, on lessons burned so deep,
And a single, simple truth I swore I’m bound to keep:
I’m broken, yes, but not destroyed, my spirit starts to mend,
I need a chance, I just need a chance, to be my better end.
​(Bridge - Focus on Children)
My children, whether near or far, or old or running small,
You are the golden thread woven through the rise and fall.
This chapter that I’m in, this darkness on the page,
It is a part of our story, not just a passing stage.
You need me and I need you, a bond that can’t be severed,
I’ll prove I’m worthy of the love I've desperately endeavored.
I’ll be the mom, the daughter, the sister, I was meant to be,
Give me the chance, and I will show the world the real me.
​(Outro - Determined/Pleading)
I’m asking for a second breath, a moment to step through,
I’ll take this broken piece of me and make it something new.
I need a chance... I need a chance...
To finally live and prove them wrong, I need a chance.
My kids