The Hidden Key
Stealing away
Looking for that key I lost when I sat in the office chair looking for that key I lost watching my accountant pull out his hair
These times are funny, but a little bit sad the wise man is behind bars this kingdom is no good for us might as well move to mars
I pack my bags and set off with salt waves pass but let me be there is something here on-looking given the task to set me free.
those that have run away have taken chance thus far it was time to step, a bit closer to their star
The family jewels, the treasures await, a welcome sign of extraordinary fate.
