Lock Picker

My hearts been caged again and again  
Trapped behind thick iron bars  
And left to rot in a cold cell  

But I have honed a skill  
To set me free  
From this cage  
 
I take out my tools  
And make light work of the lock  
Just a little to the left  
A little to the right  
And pop opens the bars  
 
When someone captures my heart  
They try to cage it  
To trap it for later  
 
But they don’t know  
That under my clothes  
I keep a sharp edged lock pick  
 
They’re fools to think  
That I’m trapped  
  
In a blink of an eye  
I’ll escape  
These bars will fall away  
And I’ll be able to breathe  
As the fresh air caresses my cheeks  
 
So when their gaze is diverted  
I make my move  
My escape  
 
I break open the lock on the cage  
That has trapped my heart  
 
My dagger edged lock pick  
Has broken my heart  
Out of another cold cage