Chain of Keys

Fifteen keys

Fifteen keys hang on a chain

The chain is joined

The chain is joined and forms a ring

The ring is in

The ring is in a woman's hand

She's walking on

She's walking on the dusty ground

The dusty ground's a dead-end track

The neighbors won't be coming back

Fifteen gardens overgrown

Fifteen houses falling down

The woman's old

The woman's old and dressed in black

She keeps her hands

She keeps her hands behind her back

Imagine what

Imagine what her eyes have seen

We ask, but she

We ask, but she won't let us in

A key so simple and so small

How can it mean no chance at all?

A key, a promise or a wish

How can it mean such hopelessness?

A circle is broken, she says

A circle is broken, she says