What are you searching for dear child?
You have searched long and hard already,
Down the endless hallways of your own self,
Following your heart you say.
Following your restless heart?
Your raging, wave-crashed heart?
Your blind and broken heart?
Your chains still linger I see.
Your clanking, heavy chains still scream the reality of your imprisonment.
No matter how much you make them glimmer and shine
With the jewels of your own "ability"
They will always be chains.
They will always bring you pain.
They will never go away.
That is because I hold the key.
That is because I AM the key.
Why don't you just stop searching
And let me find you already?