Bound

I am but a prisoner held by memories of a grieving mind There seem’s no key that can release me Save the healing hands of time Were I not chained…….so tightly bound by responsibilities which hold me tight I would be pursuing you my love With every ounce of mortal might This burning flame - my loving heart - and my soul - born but for you I live in prayerful hope- and taste of dream our time together be not through Yet here am I……..by service bound, Swaying upon the seas With fearful thought,,,best of our love…… be found in our memories Chained Without hope of escape Forced to replay Our days now past Bitter tears,,,,,the only sweetness yet remaining