I'M Enslaved In Her
Here I am shackled in cuffs
That are chained directly to my heart
My soul has been locked up and the key thrown away
For she fears I have become a fugitive of love
Although I’m enslaved in emotions with the eyes of a child that stares curiously
and wonders why
I’ve tempted to break free with no destination
But her grasp has tightened and I’ve grown accustomed to the feeling
Quietly she whispers why do you struggle so much, don’t you love me
Then it dawned on me I do and from that moment on I realized that I would
always
Be enslaved in her.
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