How I’ve sat along this shelf for decades
Listening to the world around
When they say one door opens,
I’ve yet to find the key way
To where I belong

Hold the bow now while I bite
My turn taking won’t get anywhere
In care of the right hands
I unlock a world to be unveiled
To where I belong

How I’ve sat and collected dust
I was forged to forge ahead
When they say another door closes,
I’ve yet to find a way through the cracks
To where I belong

Hold on to the blade
My whole world was not keyed alike
In care of the wrong hands
I am waiting to meet my match
To be where I belong

Now it’s my turn to turn from blank
Down the entryway
I await to be found
Hidden under layers of left dust
To find where I belong