Keys

In a courtyard of memories
I sit nursing my angel wings
Fallen from a sky
Some refuse to believe in
Stars comprise my only bones

Lonely stars are thrown
In the direction of my house
Lately I feel like Job
Good thing I am devout

I am shouting from my rooftop
Things we all should see
Some wanderers stop to listen
Only half of them believe

Perception is the value
Mathematically assigned
We stand still in notation
When all our stars align

Confined to fear's dark cages
We must return the key
The lock is hopeful, waiting
To be what sets us free

I am She who sits to listen
She who rises now to speak
She who has been destined
To give mankind the key