a heart, a skid, a key

Three weeks ago
Said to myself,
“Think I’ll dig myself a hole.”

Some people stopped by
Asked where my tunnel led
“anywhere you want,” I said.

Personally, what it’s done for me --
I put all my sin into a bin
Locked it tight, was a heavy fight
Watched it fall till the morning light.
There it went
My shipment’s been sent
Definitely a part of me
That girl’s still here
Lucky for me
And to her heart I hold the key

And that hole’s a crater
Recently began to hate her
For no apparent reason
It must be the change of seasons

Five days ago I found out
My key don’t work, no
It got broke
The locksmith, he’s gone outta town
Went down to the river to drown

His wife left him with all eight kids
A pile of bills, a mess of skids
His head ain’t right
Just a slight
Thing sends him over the edge

Now you see?
Where does that leave me?
Pretending that I’m sailing the sea?
Oh, down by the water
Who’d I see falter?
None other than that broken father.

Heard him cry out, “God save me!”
He touched his heart, he took a knee.
This was my chance, “sir would you help me?
My love is broken, could you fix this key?”

Personally, what he done for me --
He took me in with all his kin
Told me not to push or shove
Showed me that the world needs love